Chris's kisses were making me feel druggy and high. I rolled my head back, landing my back softly on the bed. He towered over me, pressing into me. I twine my arms around his neck, as he kissed me hotly and passionately. His lips were warm and firm. His tongue parted my lips, teasing, tasting, rewarding me with hot strokes that give no quarter and a sensual dance of our tongues that left a hot pool mess between my thighs.
I sink into a molten of pleasure as he redraws his lips from mine and nips his lips at the exposed inner curves of my breasts.
"Chris," I moan out his name. And…..
"Chris," The door burst open.
"Oops sorry," I sharply turn my eyes to the door to witness the embarrassment on Casey's face.
I pressed my hand on Chris's chest and shoved him off, more roughly than I intended to do.
Chris groans. "You should have knocked." He hissed at his sister.
"You should have locked the door " She bites back.
