The staircase leading upstairs was like on in a fairytale, there were two and were joined together at the top.
"This used to be my bedroom," he said, opening the door for her to enter, shutting it behind them.
"It's very nice, but maybe we should go down now."
Locking the door he grins at her, taking his shirt off. "Oh, we have plenty of time. Take off your dress, now," he orders, going over to the bed, he sits down and watches as she removes it. "Now come here," he said, motioning with his finger.
She walks slowly over to him. There was something almost naughty about doing it in his parents home and the way he looked at her had her wet and hot as sin.
"What have I told you about wearing p**ties when you're with me?"
"Not to wear any, but we're at your parent's home so out of respect I felt you wouldn't mind me wearing them."
"I guess you have a point," he said, putting his fingers around the waistband of her p**ties pulled them down. "I sure love how you keep it shaved, I do love a clean workplace," he said as he put his mouth against her p**sy.
She let out a gasp when he stuck his tongue up inside her with such force. Then he put his hands on her hips and threw her down on the bed.
"I'm afraid this will have to be a quickie, so I'm going to f**k you hard and fast," he said, pulling off his pants got on top and surged right in when she opened her legs for him. The palms of his hands rested on both sides of her head, his mouth going to her, his kiss rough as his tongue forced its way inside her mouth. He moved up and down, his c**k felt hot and tight buried deep inside her warmth.
She moaned, biting down lightly on her bottom lip when he abruptly grabbed her legs and tossed them over his shoulders. He then pounded into her over and over, she could feel his c**k hitting her g-spot. "Oh yes, yes that's it Ryan, harder, give it to me," she said, muffling her screams when she had not one, but two orgasms and felt it when he too had one and then putting her legs down he collapsed on top of her.
"You're one amazing f**k," he said, giving her a quick kiss got up and out of bed. He held out his hand for her to take. "We better go into the bathroom and wash up. Don't want my mother and father smelling the s£x on us."
Going down they found the other two waiting for them in the dining room. Michael gave Ryan a look that could kill, his mother was tight-lipped.
"It's about time, dinner is being served now," his father snapped at Ryan.
"Sorry father, but there were a lot of rooms to show Ria, we lost track of time," he said, sitting next to her, placing his hand high up on her leg.
"I noticed you had a bruise on your face dear, how did you get it?" Rose asked her, taking a sip of her wine.
"Are you into hitting women now Ryan," Michael asked, looking disgusted. "I knew you were a lot of things but never thought you'd stoop so low." Ria was appalled at the way he was talking to his son, now she was not one to interfere but she was also not one to stand by and listen to Ryan being accused of something he didn't do. "Ryan didn't do this to me. In fact, he saved me from being attacked and raped. So instead of accusing him of something he didn't do you should be proud of him." She stopped talking when she noticed everyone was staring at her. She looks at Ryan, wondering if he would be mad at her for the way she spoke to his parents. But he gave her leg a gentle squeeze and smiled at her.
"Let's eat our food before it gets cold," Michael said, not looking at her.
They were just about to eat when someone came stumbling into the dining room, obviously drunk. Ria turned to look at him, he looked so much like Ryan, but a few years younger.
He flopped down in the chair across from her.
"You're drunk again," Michael said, letting out a groan.
Ignoring him the young man stared at Ria. "Well, if I had known we were having company as beautiful as her I would have been on time."
Ryan rolled his eyes and placed his arm around her shoulder. "Robbie, this is Ria Sanders, my girlfriend so put your tongue back into your mouth."
Robbie looks at Ryan. "Girlfriend," he scoffed. "You don't have girlfriends and if you did you wouldn't bring them here."
"I'm sorry, am I missing something?" she asked, confused.
"Robbie is my younger brother."
Her head turned towards Ryan. "I didn't know you had a brother."
"It never came up," he answered.
Robbie laughed out loud. "Don't be surprised, Ryan doesn't talk about us. Like he never tells us who he's f**king."
She jumped when Michael slammed his fist on the table and got to his feet. "You're making a fool of yourself and us. Go to bed and sleep it off." His face turned beet red and he threw his napkin down.
Robbie smiled at Ria. " I hope to see you again." Stumbling to his feet he stops and looks at her. "I do hope you know that after Ryan has wrecked your p**sy he'll dump you for someone else."
"Robbie, God damn it," Ryan cursed as he got to his feet and in between them. "You heard father, go to bed and sleep it off. When the hell are you ever going to grow up and get a place and life of your own?"
"Why would I want to leave this place, a place so full of warmth and love? Just forget it, I'm going to bed."
Ria was speechless, never had she met a family like this.
Ryan took her hand and pulled her from the chair and then turned to his mother. "I'm sorry, I've lost my appetite, we're leaving."
"Must you go? Robbie is gone so sit and enjoy the lovely meal the cook has prepared for us," Rose said, looking angry.
"No, goodbye mother, father." Taking her hand they walked out and got into his car.
They drove for a while in silence....