The wardrobe [Combi and Setsuna] [NFSW image first post]
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				Title: <strong>The wardrobe [Combi and Setsuna] [NFSW image first post]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>17-06-2009, 23:03:41</strong>
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				Pre roleplay note/warning - this roleplay contains incest. If you do not like acts (that is, fiction depicting such acts) then do not read any further. <br><br><hr><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>The date that Sam had was with a guy she had known for some time - starting off a friend of a friend, and meeting at a club. They hit it off pretty fast, and it wasn't long before they were going out. He was, like most guys Sam seemed to know (or let people know she knew anyway) was the kind that rode around on a bike, quite large, but not all that bright - and even Sam knew that. Maybe it was the attention she got, both from the members of the motorbike gang that her date was supposedly in, or just that she didn't know anyone better - she wasn't entirely sure. Maybe it just brought her closer to feeling as if she was independent and a little different - whatever it was, she would almost always wear the same leather jacket when she was out with him. Her date; Butch (or so everyone called him - she knew his real name was Kevin) had come to collect her about ten o'clock p.m. on his motorcycle. He sounded the horn of his bike and she left the house, straddling his bike and putting her arms around his waist as they proceeded to various clubs and pups - where he inevitably would get incredibly drunk; and she might get a little tipsy at most.<br><br><em>Just one more thing that's oh-so attractive</em> she thought to herself sarcastically, letting a sigh escape her lips as he had already begun to get drunk - he couldn't hold his beer well; which was surprising if you looked at how many bars and pubs he frequented, all of which seemed to be the same; full of bikers and their girls, the only variation in the drinks sold. Sam (or rather, Samantha - as was her full name) much preferred being on a bike to inside a bar; the road didn't make her clothes smell of cheap booze and alcohol. After five or six pubs, it was getting a little later, and Sam doubted that 'Butch' would be able to drive straight if they continued for much longer. <br><br>"Wanna head back to my place?" Sam's voice was quite soft; a little at-odds with her tough girl appearance.<br>"Uhh, yeah a'rite" his voice somewhat deep, and if you didn't know him, probably slightly threatening - the smell of alcohol on his breath certainly wouldn't have helped that feeling. <br><br>Getting up, both of them left and clambered back onto his bike. <br>It wasn't too long before they were back onto the open road - Sam's brown-died-black hair </td><td>(http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/6264/sam2g.jpg)</td></tr><tr><td>trailing behind her as they sped through streets, passed cars and around corners. While the wind was keeping her hair out of her silvery grey eyes, the wind also kept them closed throughout most of the journey; when they slowed down was one of the few times that anyone watching them would have been able to see them. As they approached her house, they climbed off and got to her door. Turning around at it, she smiled at 'Butch'.<br><br>"So, you gonna invite me in?" the deep voice only seemed a little deeper because of the little amount of cars on the streets at the moment.<br>"Hmm, I dunno...what'll I get if I do?" came the reply from Sam; it was when 'Butch' walked up to her that anyone would have noticed that he was at least a head height taller than her; Sam didn't really give much thought to any guy who was smaller than herself; for her to even contemplate dating them, they would have had to at least been her height. 'Butch' walked up to her, placing his lips up against hers somewhat fiercefully - his beard scratching her a little. When he pullled away, she bit her bottom lip ever so slightly; unlocking the door whilst still looking at the man in front of her; letting them in. Closing the door behind him, they began to walk up the stairs to her room. </td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The wardrobe [Combi and Setsuna] [NFSW image first post]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Setsuna</strong> on <strong>17-06-2009, 23:35:59</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td> Michael was the complete opposite of his sister. While she was the rebel without a cause, biker girl that broke hearts and chins, he was the cool headed, well educated and well mannered son. Chairman of the Student Council, captain of the track and field team, a straigh A student and an all around good catch for the girls in his high school would it be not for two facts. The first that he was pretty unconcerned with such frivolous aspects of life as dating, instead focusing greatly in his scholar aptitudes and exercises; the second one, well, that was probably the one that spawned the first, the fact that he had feelings others than simple brotherly love for her sister.<br><br>Ever since they were little children, and despite Sam being older than him by one year, Michael took care of her. She was pretty crybaby when she was younger (a fact she decides to overlook and that normally spawns the sibling quarrels) and who would hug her when mother would reprihend her, when she injured her knee? His brother. As they grew, each taking their own path, the exchange of teases and subsequent quarrels increased, if only he could simply open himself and tell her his feelings for her. That was an impossibility thou, be it for his pride, for his fear of rejection or worse from being thorn appart from his sister and labelled a pervert Michael never told her his true feelings. When other kids badmouthed her at High School calling her a whore, what would he do? beat them up with a cool head and make them face the fact they could never present charges against him to the School Board.<br><br>Perhaps the worse in their relationship were her boyfriends, or as he called them, 'human wastes'. Be it because they had what he wished or because they were brute oafs that represented everything he advocated against it was not clear, he tried to convince himself it was the second, but deep inside he knew he could always ignore them if it was for only that. He had become pretty pissed when his sister had told him she was going out with his newest brute, the gorilla named butch (not even my dog would I name butch he thought); that tease had given place to another tease and in the end heated words had ocurred resulting in her hiding something of his, his diary (where all his secrets of love for her were stashed, thou it was carefully sealed), in her room. He had snuck into her room and begun to search for it without success, and would have continued had the sound of a door closing not propelled him to hide in the only place possible, his sister's wardrobe. She could not see that he had been in her room, lest cause another quarrel. </td><td>(http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x67/ChiyukiMillenium/Yagami_Light_by_yleighne.jpg?t=1245273725)</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The wardrobe [Combi and Setsuna] [NFSW image first post]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>18-06-2009, 11:04:31</strong>
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				It didn't take Sam and Butch long to reach the floor her bedroom was on - by which time she had turned around - somewhat glad that she wasn't wearing a skirt; she might have been a little less than sober, but she knew what she was doing most of the time, and she knew if she was wearing a skirt (most of which she had were quite short) he would be trying to look up it; for some reason the thought of him being that sneakily perverted had repulsed her a little - maybe it would have confirmed her thoughts that he was a complete pervert; or maybe it was just because he was a little drunk. <br><br>Making their way to her room (with her walking forward this time; but looking over her shoulder). She reached for the door handle - which wasn't where she remembered; the door was open. She was pretty sure she had shut it before she left. She didn't think about it for too long, and walked into her room; the rest of which (as far as she could see) was still as she left it. As she walked into the room; she heard Butch push the door closed, before she felt his chest press against her back and his arms wrap around her, and his lips kiss her neck. Turning around in his arms she raised an eyebrow with a small cocky smile before stepping away, walking backwards and then climbing onto and kneeling on the bed - facing both 'Butch' and the wardrobe. <br><br>Sliding the leather jacket off, she threw it across the room, leaving her in the black tanktop, which hugged her body a little. Her slender fingers moved underneath the hem of the shirt and slowly started to lift it, moving her body around as she played with it - slowly bringing it to the top of her stomach - showing her slightly paler skin. Crossing her arms over so her hands were holding the opposite sides of the shirt. Lifting the shirt higher; she quickly pulled it over her breasts (which were still covered by her crossed-over arms), she slid her arms out of their holes one arm at a time, using the arm that wasn't being taken out to hold the shirt against her chest. Smirking once more, she moved a hand behind the shirt, placing it across her breasts before throwing the shirt over to the jacket. It was pretty damn obvious that 'Butch' was enjoying the show she was giving him, and she doubted he was trying too hard to hide it.<br><br>Laying down on the bed, she slid her arms up to the headboard - finally revealing her two pert breasts. She bit down on her lip once more. Pushing herself onto side, she used her arm to prop herself up, giving both Butch and the wardrobe a perfect view of her breasts. Motioning for Butch to come over - he did so as she rolled back onto her back. Climbing onto her bed, and kneeling at Sam's legs, she began to slide down her jeans; getting to her knees before allowing Butch to pull them the rest of the way - leaving her in the black g-string. She waited; Butch didn't do anything. <br>"Well, are you gonna take them off?" she asked him, cocking her head playfully.<br><br><br>Butch didn't reply; but he did as she asked - a little more fiercely than she would have liked. Sam looked around as she felt the g-string slip down her legs - noticing the wardrobe door move slightly; she raised an eyebrow curiously before smiling a little. Turning back to Butch - she sat up; now completely nude and began to unbutton his clothes - with his help, not that it was needed. It didn't take long for him to get naked either - she lay on her back again, smiling softly up at Butch. He didn't seem to waste much time - his hands moving towards her breasts immediately. Sure, Sam was somewhat horny already - but she would have attributed that towards the drinks she had had. <br>A few moments later and Butch had pushed himself into her; starting to rock in and out of her - it might have been close to pleasureable if Butch hadn't been drunk - but for the moment, she put up with it. Biting her lip as he continued she closed her eyes. She felt something - something a bit warm and sticky erupt from the end of his cock. <br><em>What the fuck?</em> she thought to herself, before catching onto what had happened <em>Oh god...he hasn't...has he?</em> she thought to herself - he pulled himself out. <br>"I...I dunno what happened!" he said - he couldn't lie when he wasn't drunk, so there was no way he could lie when he was. <br>"Yeah right" she said coldly, "Fuck off and get that problem fixed" she added - it had lasted a whole minute or two from when he entered her. She doubted he could have meant to cum in her; but right now, she wasn't about to put up with any of his shit. He didn't object; he got up and quickly collected his clothes before leaving the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The wardrobe [Combi and Setsuna] [NFSW image first post]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Setsuna</strong> on <strong>18-06-2009, 12:36:27</strong>
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				It had been close very close. Had he exited the room instead of hiding in the wardrobe his sister would have spotted him giving place to another quarrel, a thing he had no intention of having for now. The wardrobe had more space than it betrayed, but even still it was narrow for him, leaving him at an awkward position at best. He looked at the door and cursed himself, he had left it open, an error that he hoped his sister would not notice.<br><br>The steps came closer and he saw his sister, he saw that he looked at the empty door but apparently gave it little thought, be it for her apparent tipsy state or by her lust for the oaf. He could not understand what he saw on that ape, he was an uncultured self centered idiot. The worse was that he would have to see his sister doing it... with that ape. He clenched his fists in rage when the oaf hugged and kissed her neck, he saw her move away with a smile and creep into the bed, teasing him and looking at both him and the... wardrobe?! He prayed that his sister would not see him, for he did not want to hear her shout.<br><br>No such shouts happened, she probably had not seen him. He looked at her and saw her starting to slowly undress herself, showing the perfection of her curves. Oh, how he longed to head there and bring her to him... when her breasts appeared he felt his stiff grow harder and stronger. It ached him being so close of his love and not being able to touch it. Her elegance and finesse were wasted on the ape, as when she beconed him over for him to help her with the g-string he did not do anything, needing to be called like a dog.<br><br>He finally went to her, starting to get nude with her help. Yes he was very muscled, buit he was probably compensating for the inexistence in his pants, he also did not try to complement it with foreplay nor with any stunt, a fact that increased his disdain for the man. If he could just show his sister what a real man was... He noticed her looking plenty of times to the wardrobe and smiling, had she caught him? Was this her tease? No it couldn't... it was probably the body of the ape. He saw him enter her, well, because he did not blink, had he blinked he probably would have not as his sister grew angry for the quick trigger of the brute. He muffled a laugh as butch leaved, hoping that his sister would go to sleep soon so he could leave.
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				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>21-06-2009, 10:14:27</strong>
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				Stretching out on the bed, raising her arms above her head - she yawned softly to herself. She pushed herself into a sitting position, before glancing over at the wardrobe nonchalantly. Using her arms, she pushed herself off the bed, allowing her to stand up before making her way over to the chest-of drawers she had beside her bed. Pulling the first drawer open, she pulled out a pair of 'crotchless' tie up, baby blue pair of panties with black trim tie-up panties. She left the drawer open as she moved away from it. She didn't move back to the bed, as one might have expected her to - assuming she was going to put them on. She actually made her way over to the wardrobe, hiding her smirk as best she could; unsure if the guy inside was just watching her - and if he was enjoying what he saw.<br><br>She stopped at the wardrobe, pausing for a few seconds before turning to face it. Opening the door, she let the smirk show - she saw her brother, as she expected; and was only minutely aware of her nakedness. <br>"So...do you enjoy watching your sister get fucked?" she asked, pausing for a moment or two before continuing "Or were you just looking for a pair of my panties to get yourself off on?" she finished, gently throwing the pair of panties to him, the smirk a bit more cocky now. She looked down his body; noticing a definite bulge in his trousers, "So...you <em>do</em> get off on watching your sister get fucked..." she mused, as she leaned against the inside of the door to the wardrobe - her arms becoming crossed, pushing her breasts a bit higher, making them appear a little bit perkier. "That is...unless you have an excuse to be in my wardrobe with a bulge in your trousers" she added. It did seem that him in her wardrobe amused her to no end.<br><br>"Whatever, it can't be very comfortable in there" she sighed, holding out a hand to help him down; even less aware of her nakedness than when she opened the door. 
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				Post by: <strong>Setsuna</strong> on <strong>21-06-2009, 12:09:52</strong>
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				When Sam streched out of the bed he thought she was going to get a pijama or some clothes to cover herself. She did in fact grab some clothes, a pai of 'crotchless' panties. When he saw the panties he allowed his mind to run wild for a time, imagining what would be to have her wear a skirt and those panties and have her sit on his lap. <br><br>Perhaps that fantasy was what did not allow him to think straight when she opened the door to smirk at him, but the truth wa she merely managed a stutter when she opened it. He saw her perfect naked body and no apparent anger, merely asking if he enjoyed to see her getting fucked; she did not had been fucked, she had probably felt a mild disconfort from Butch if anything. He shook his head gulping. He accepted her hand when she offered him to get down, enjoying her touch.<br><br>"I doubt anyone could say that was a fuck, and I lament seeing quick trigger and you. I merely want my diary, the one you stole from me and hid." he replied managing to speak straight, thou his eyes still observed her body with clear desire. "Afterall it is clear that with such 'apes' you will only get frustation."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The wardrobe [Combi and Setsuna] [NFSW image first post]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 19:15:24</strong>
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				She shrugged a little "Well, I suppose you think you could do better?" she asked - a little unsure if she was being serious or not; he wasn't that bad looking, and for all the times that she had been pissed off with him, he was a pretty good guy. She let her eyes drop down, her tongue running over her teeth inside her mouth as if she was examining him. She smirked at the bulge in his trousers. "So, you <em>do</em> like seeing your sister get fucked huh?" she said - not really caring if he thought it was a proper fuck or not.&nbsp; "OR is it just seeing me nude that gets you horny?" she added. <br><br>Pushing herself away from the cupboard door, she turned away from him; walking towards the bed - making sure her hips swung a little bit more than they usually did. As she reached the bed, she looked over her shoulder at him; "So, you going to come out of there?" she asked; turning around on the spot and sitting on the bed. <br><br>In those few moments she had made up her mind - she was still horny, and he was the closest guy. "So, you still haven't answered my question...you think you could do better than him?". She flicked on the bedside light, turning off the main one, as both switches were near the bed. 
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				Post by: <strong>Setsuna</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 22:08:04</strong>
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				When she asked him that question his body tensed up and his mind, surprisingly, became clearer than before. Did this mean she wanted _him_, her own brother as her lover? Did this mean he could finally fulfill his fantasy? He was sure he could make her shout and moan and whimper before his touch and passion, afterall he had trained for THIS day all his life. He merely had to open his mouth and say yes.<br><br>"I.. I... mhmm..." he emited once he opened his mouth, his words once again failing and cursing himself, licking the wounds with the thought she might only be teasing him.<br><br>The hold he had on her hand was broken when she left, pacing with a surprising elegance and appeal towards her bed. He saw her lay her beautiful body, seemingly indifferent to him. He thought it was an indirect and he head towards the exit, ashamed of his behavior when suddenly her voice resurfaced as her invitation was sent again. He stood before the closed door, holding the doorknob.<br><br>'I'm not strong enough' were the words that echoed in his mind, an apology he had crafted before turning to her and pacing slowly till he was besides her. He leaned his face against her until the point the mere act of him talking brushed her lips slightly.<br><br>"Yes. I believe I can do much better."<br><br>He hummed before closing the distance and kissing her passionately.
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				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 16:31:28</strong>
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				She smiled briefly before he kissed her - so his body <em>wasn't</em> lying to her. She cocked her head to the side very slightly as he kissed her - her eyes closing and her mouth opening a little; letting her tongue roam around his mouth - stroking the length of his tongue and exploring the new area. <br><br>She broke the kiss. "You stay right here, okay? I'll be back in a moment" she said, biting her bottom lip with a small smile. Standing up, she pushed him onto the bed. Walking to the door, her hips still swung in the way she had done before. Opening the door, she left the room before returning a few minutes later. She had two bottles of some beer that thye had in their fridge downstairs. "Want some?" she asked, offering him a bottle. Her nipples were hard - which wasn't that surprising; the air was somewhat cold. She sat down on the bed, putting her legs onto his lap. "Still think that you can do better than butch did?" she asked, popping open one of the bottles and taking a small swig and then licking her lips as she waited for a response. 
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				Post by: <strong>Setsuna</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 21:38:56</strong>
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				As their lips united into one only and their tongues started to play with eachother, his hand went towards her breast, caressing it gently, toying and pulling with her hard nipples. His free hand trailed up and down her back, resting ocasionally on the back of her head. When she broke the kiss she pushed him softly onto the bed, horny as hell with the prospect of being able to fuck his sister.<br><br>"Don't take too long" he said when she left towards the fridge "I still have to show you why I am better than Butch."<br><br>The time without her made him think about what had just happened. He was kissing his sister, toying with her body and liking it, why could he not do his sister, it was merely a restrain imposed by the western world face the oriental ones. He genuinely did not care that she was his sister, she was hot and willing to fuck him so to hell with everybody, their love was here to stay.<br><br>When she returned he took the beer, smiling at his sister. She put the legs on his lap and he started caressing, so often moving his hands to her moisty womanhood to toy with her swollen clit. He grabbed the beer and popping it open he took a small sip before leaving it at the nightstand.<br><br>"Well, it's been more than three minutes so I say I've already fulfilled that." he smirked , raising one of her legs to kiss it softly "But don't worry, today I'm going to addict you to me."
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