A Brother's Indulgence

"You... you're such a bastard, brother," she breathed, her eyes wide and unblinking, her pupils dilated. "What if someone had seen? What if the servants had come in and caught you like this, with your cock out, with your"

"My cum-stained maid, with my seed still dripping from her mouth and her nipples poking through her uniform?" Allen finished for her, his voice laced with amusement. "I suppose they would have been very surprised, indeed."

"They would have been horrified," Alma countered, her tone indignant. "It would have been a scandal! I mean, think of what Mother would say! Or Father! What if they heard about this?"

"What if they did?" Allen asked, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. "It's not like they don't know that I have a healthy sexual appetite. They're well aware that I sleep with my maid. And, frankly, they'd be surprised if I didn't take advantage of having such a gorgeous woman around."

"That's different," Alma insisted, her brow furrowing. "What you do with the maid is private, between the two of you. But this was out in the open, on display for the entire world to see. Can you imagine the scandal if someone had walked in and seen you like that?"

Allen laughed, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Don't be ridiculous, Alma," he said, patting her cheek playfully. "Nobody walked in on us. Nobody saw anything. So stop worrying and enjoy the rest of your meal. Or, better yet, have dessert. I'll bet you've worked up an appetite after watching that little show."

"You're insufferable," Alma grumbled, her eyes downcast, her cheeks flushed crimson. "Absolutely insufferable."

Despite her annoyance, she reluctantly turned her attention back to the meal in front of her, trying to push the scandalous images from her mind. The tension and unease were palpable as they each grappled with their own thoughts and emotions. Alma struggled to maintain her composure, her mind racing with the implications of what had just transpired. Allen, on the other hand, basked in the mischievous satisfaction of having flustered his sister so thoroughly. As for Lilia, she did her best to remain composed and professional, but the lingering taste of her master's seed and the tingling of her own arousal made it difficult for her to focus on anything else. The three of them continued their luncheon in an uneasy silence, the air thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension.

After finally finishing their meal and bidding their goodbyes, Allen and Alma exited the dining room and headed back towards their chambers. Neither of them had uttered a word since they left, both lost in their own thoughts. Finally, after several minutes of awkward silence, Allen spoke up.

"Look, Alma, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just got a bit carried away. I hope you can forgive me."

"It's alright," Alma replied, her voice soft and gentle. "I'm not mad at you, Allen. Just... a bit surprised, I guess. It's not every day that one gets to witness their brother's cock being serviced by his maid, after all."

Allen let out a small chuckle, some of the tension visibly leaving his shoulders. "Yeah, I guess you're right about that. I was really worried that I had really upset you or something. I'm just so relieved to hear that you're not mad," he said, offering her a tentative smile. 

Alma returned the smile, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Well, since you seem to feel so bad about it, how about this—to make it up to me, you could give me a nice little massage? You know, just to help me relax a bit after all that... intensity," she said, her voice dropping to a low, playful tone. 

Allen's smile widened, his eyes twinkling with delight. "A massage, eh? I think that can be arranged." He reached out and gently caressed her hand, savoring the softness of her skin. "Come on, let's get to my chambers so we can have some privacy," he said, his voice low and smooth.

They quickly made their way to Allen's bedroom, closing the door behind them, creating a quiet, intimate space. Alma immediately lay down on the bed, her head resting comfortably on a plush pillow. She let out a contented sigh, her body sinking into the mattress as she made herself at home.

Allen nervously placed his hands on Alma's shoulders and began to rub them gently. He wasn't sure exactly how to proceed, but he figured he would start with the basics. He moved his hands in slow, circular motions, pressing firmly against the muscles of her upper back and neck. He was rewarded with a soft moan of approval from Alma, her body melting under his touch.

"Mmm, that feels good, Allen," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "You have such strong hands."

Encouraged by her words, Allen continued to massage her shoulders and neck, working his way down her arms. His fingers dug into her flesh, massaging out the knots and tension he found there. Alma let out a gasp of pleasure as he found a particularly tender spot, her body trembling with delight.

"Ah, there—that's the spot," she sighed, her breath hitching in her throat. "Right there, Allen. That feels amazing." He gently eased the tension from her back and shoulders, then proceeded to work his way upwards, starting at the bottoms of her feet and slowly working his way back up her legs.

"God, you're so tight, Alma," he murmured, his fingers exploring the curves and dips of her calves. "How have you been taking care of yourself?"

"Not very well, it seems," she admitted, a breathless chuckle escaping her lips. "I guess I've just been so busy with everything going on that I haven't had much time to take care of myself. I suppose I should make more of an effort to relax, though."

"You definitely should," Allen agreed, his hands sliding further up her thighs, kneading the tense muscles of her inner thighs. "You need to take care of yourself, Alma. You deserve to be pampered."

As the sensual massage continued, Alma found her body slowly relaxing, the stress and tension melting away under Allen's skilled manipulation.

I was a little relieved to see her feel at ease and surrender herself to me, and I began to think about something a little different—ways I could further indulge and please her.

From the delicate slope of her shoulders down to the gentle flare of her hips, from the supple soles of her feet up along the shapely curves of her calves and thighs, Allen's hands explored every inch of her body. Sometimes she wriggled ticklishly, but she did not resist, lost in the blissful sensations. As his touches grew more intimate, he could sense Alma's breathing deepen, her body language shifting to one of eager anticipation. 

With a sly grin, Allen's fingertips grazed the sensitive area just beneath her buttocks, and his sister gasped.

"Hmm... that's... so good," Alma murmured, her voice low and breathy. Her body language spoke volumes, openly reveling in the delicious sensations Allen was eliciting. The way she melted into his touch told him everything he needed to know—she was craving his attention, desperate for more.

Emboldened by her receptive reaction, Allen's caresses grew bolder and more confident. "How about here?" he asked, his tone teasing yet tender as he explored the supple curves of her figure. "Does this feel good, Alma?"

(Somehow, his touch felt a little different, more purposeful and intentional this time), but Alma did not resist; instead, she surrendered to his guidance, allowing herself to be led by his confident yet tender caress. After letting her hips relax back onto the soft, inviting mattress, Allen began to slowly and reverently rub her again, starting from the delicate soles of her feet and moving his skilled hands upward along the shapely contours of her long, shapely legs.

This time, however, he did not stop at her inner thighs. He massaged her waist, then started once more from the soles of her feet, slowly working his way up. Alma let out a sweet sigh as his hands moved from her calves to her thighs, and as he massaged her soft skin, her sounds grew more seductive.

"Ahhh... Hmm..." Her moans became more pronounced as Allen's hands continued to work their magic, enjoying the feel of her without losing the guise of a massage.