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making it difficult, if not impossible to come with a witty answer.  And right now, she couldn’t think of anything else, except of Ross sliding down her body and dragging down her underwear.
    Her mouth fell open the very moment Ross’ hot and wet mouth closed over her most precious place.  Her low moans filled the quiet room, as her fingers took hold of the sheets and her whole body adopted the rhythm set by Ross’ tongue.
    It was wrong, but it was also so good that she had no power to say no to him.  To make everything worse, Ross was accompanying his ministration with soft words and gentle movements of his hands.  “That is... let me now... come on, baby...”
    His hands explored her body, finding sensitive places Emma knew nothing about.  He expertly removed her bra and massaged her breasts until her nipples became hard and dark red in colour.  He ventured then over her tights and up her bottom, massaging her cheeks and sending mixed signals to her brain.  During all that, his tongue explored every curve and fold of her core, adding gentle sucking to the equation.
    And then, just when she was almost there and ready to come, his mouth disappeared and Emma’s eyes opened to stare dazedly at the man, whose face appeared right in front of hers.  She sucked in a sharp breath, when he lowered his head and kissed her.  His mouth and tongue explored her lips carefully, and with a well restrained passion.  She could feel him moving on the bed, removing his pants and underwear and finding a condom in the process.
    Ross’ intent was evident, but there was nothing that could make Emma stop him now.  “We are drunk...” she tried anyway.
    “I’m not...” Ross whispered against her lips.  Emma thought about his words and admitted to herself that she wasn’t really that drunk, either.
    She felt his hand reaching down between his legs and positioning his erection in the right way.  Emma’s lids felt heavy and she closed her eyes, when Ross moved forwards an inch at the time.
    “Oh...”
    “Shit!”
    They yelled at the same time, once Ross was fully embedded inside her.  Any capability to form any actual thought or word had left Emma, as she stared up at Ross, whose mouth was open in a soundless gasp.
    The man shifted around on top of her, finding the angle that suited both of them and started to move slowly. The smile that so often had appeared on Ross’ lips during this eventful night had disappeared.  Now, his feature revealed the same desperation, Emma was feeling.
    Her nails were raking up and down the skin of his back, while Ross moved faster.  They were both breathless and lost in the perfect rhythm of their bodies.  It all felt too much and not enough all at the same time.  Emma wanted to draw it out as long as she could, but she could already feel the orgasm building deep inside her.
    She opened her eyes just in time to see Ross arching his back and chasing his own orgasm with a desperation that matched her own.  Emma couldn’t fight it anymore and came in a blinding explosion that shook her body to its very core.
    When she regained a few of her senses, her eyes immediately fell on Ross.  Her stepbrother had his eyes closed and his cheeks flushed, as he rode his own orgasm.  His body relaxed over her and Emma listened to his breathing going back to normal.
    “Don’t you think it is for the best to stop thinking so hard?” Ross spoke against her skin.  “There is tomorrow for that kind of things.”
    Emma kind of nodded, all the while knowing that the morning won’t bring any sort of answers to the questions that bothered her right now.  Coming to terms with what happened will be a long process, although, most likely they will never speak of it again.  Ross was known for his one night stands, and Emma has been just one of the many.
    “What now?” she asked softly after a while, but the man in her arms was already sleeping.
    She almost laughed at her foolishness, which no amount of