Exton

The Tavern has closed for the day. The only people downstairs are Ike and Monty. Ob smiles, feeling the curtain Ike has drawn across her mind. Monty has brought alot of pleasure to his sister. He trails his fingertips along Pandora's side. Just like Pandora has brought to him.

Bending his head, he kisses along Pandora's neck, nuzzling the short ends of her damp hair. He licks lightly along her damp skin, feeling her move in her sleep.

"Bruha..." A mere whisper against her skin, and it has her snuggling back against him. His hand strokes lightly over her belly, feeling a slight swelling. Was it his imagination, or was the baby bigger than the night before? He smiles and rubs against her.

It is only minutes before he is pressing into her, feeling her move, opening to him. Ob moans into her hair, one hand on her belly, the other caressing and teasing her breasts and nipples. Her moans spur him on.

Pandora is awake, trying to rock harder, but he keeps a slow easy pace. "Easy Bruha... I want to feel you shatter. I want to feel... you..." Ob bites his lip as she clamps down on him. He shudders at the silken caress, moaning in echo to Pandora's cries. Soon they are panting, rocking harder on each thrust.

Pandora's head flings back, slamming into his chest and Ob groans as the pain jolts through him. He thrusts hard, spearing deep. Pandora utters a scream and tightens down. He can stand no more and arcs hard, exploding into her depths as she floods along his rigid shaft.

"Mujer... Bruha... Mine..." the words whisper against her skin and he sighs, knowing he soon will have to leave her bed for the day.