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Tweak says, "what is normal?"

Dr. Brian Braddock (britannic) wrote in x_aftermath_x,
@ 2008-06-14 18:57:00

Entry tags:

britannic, psylocke

Who: Britannic; tag Psylocke
When: Monday, June 16th, 2008 (11:30pm)
Where: Xavier's; dorms
What: twin!chat
Status: in progress
Rating: R

His mind was reeling with possibilities. There was to be a mission to the pentagon - himself included - to scout out any helpful information to the cure effort. How big was that? Huge. That's how big. Britannic had had quite enough of Westchester and white walls for the time being, so a ride in a cramped jet with a group of disgruntled peers was looking pretty exciting. The cure front was moving along, but personal emotions and space and other such fragile things that people held to were being trampled left and right. Wounded pride, mixed signals, grudges; dangerous feelings to be flying about in a school filled with such powerful beings. With the news of a mission in mind, and the necessity to see that Betsy wasn't falling victim to any of the inevitable negativity, Brian was headed for her door.

He had just finished his last round of tests on the newest batch of subjects from the woods outside the property. Dealing with angry, dirty disease-ridden critters always made him ready for a shower and a walk on the topside. Check and check. On his way to bed, he took the detour to his sister and the Brit knocked once before murmuring, "Bets?"

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psi_butterfly
2008-06-23 03:59 am UTC (link)

Until you beg me to stop, those words and the look glinting in her brother's eyes had caused laughter to erupt from her throat. Betsy was amused and incredibly turned on all at the same time. Before she knew it, however, Brian had removed his shirt and began his exploration of her body (much to her delight), and the laughter was replaced by sporadic coos of appreciation.

She felt his hands run up her calves, moving up to her night-shorts; she felt his fingers running along her thighs, oh-so-teasingly. Betsy hadn't been a virgin for many years, but this was the first time she truly felt appreciated as woman. He was taking his time exploring his new found territory, but she hoped he'd stop to let her do a little investigating of her own.

And then she felt his lips and tongue on her lower extremities; Betsy's breathing hitched in her chest for a moment, but her hips rose slightly at the pleasurable sensation now coursing throughout her entire being. Her eyes closed in a similarly pained expression as her brother had worn earlier in the evening. But, only for a moment.

"'Dear God' doesn't quite cover it, love, " she uttered, nearly breathless. Once she was allowed to recover, Betsy propped herself up on her elbows and she admired the view of her brother between her thighs through half-closed eyes. "Mind if I have a go?"

Elisabeth was itching to get him out of those bloody khakis, so she could see him in his full glory.

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britannic
2008-06-24 01:10 am UTC (link)

Her laughter had caused Brian to smirk, only encouraging his teasing. Betsy felt totally open and honest under his touch. Her body was reacting beautifully to every kiss and caress and he was falling hypnotized by the contentment between them. The only thing keeping him moving was the desire to explore her further, and for her to do the same. He had hardly gotten started, however, when Betsy pleaded for a chance at him.

He wasn't disagreeable enough to argue, though. He wanted to feel her hands against his skin. She'd been behaving like a bit of a tease, which was certainly in her nature. But he was her brother and he felt he deserved more of her. She was his. She was moving forward before he could have told her no, anyhow, so he nodded firmly in the dim light of her room and reeled in his extremities from the nooks and crannies of her body and garments. Brian pulled himself back up to kneel and stared down at her for a moment, then smiled sweetly. She looked absolutely horny beyond return, and that made him happy in more ways than one. She needed him.

"Have at thee," he smirked, and made to unfasten his pants.

BRIAN

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psi_butterfly
2008-06-24 07:45 pm UTC (link)

"I shall," Betsy replied, smirking softly. While he knelt on the bed, she placed both of her hands upon his chest, then proceeded to run them up and down. She was admiring the curves of his muscles, and just how wonderfully ripped he was. Brian truly had a body of a God.

Though, the same could probably said for her. Only the word 'goddess' would substitute for the word 'god.' Betsy, while not insanely vain, still took pride in her physical appearance. This mostly stemmed from all of those years as a professional model; so it was no wonder she took so much time to keep fit.

Betsy's back straightened a little, as she continued to move her knees forward, letting her hands drop ever-lower until her fingers were poised on the edge of the waistband of his pants. She let them trail around until they reach the front, where the fly was and she went onto unbuttoning it; Betsy took her time with helping him with the zipper.

She might've been a tease, but it was for good reason. After a good number of years, she had learned the teasing only heightened the pleasure-making experience.

Her head tilted to the side and she pressed her nose and lips into the curvature of his neck, kissing and teasingly suckling, all while tugging at his pants.

Once they had made it half way down his thighs, Betsy pulled back slightly and gave him a playful shove; one that suggested that he get on his back.

It was her turn to play.

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britannic
2008-06-26 06:08 am UTC (link)

Brian's hands followed Betsy's as they grazed over his skin, wanted to move with her and feel her while she felt him. He entwined their fingers once or twice before she began working on the fastenings of his trousers and he felt a shudder run through him. His lower lip jutted out in a desperate pout as realized she was going to take her sweet time. Ahh!

There, (her face was against his neck) that was better. The large man let his body relax and his head tilted back to allow Betsy access while he let out a moan that would put another man to shame. Brian let his body go limp when his twin pushed at him, giving in almost instantly to her wish.

He landed on his side and elbow, then bounced once to shift to his back. His pants fell a little further in the transfer, falling below the line of his shorts' bottoms. His jockeys were closer to - no, they had burst open. He glanced down with mock-embarrassment at himself. The front of his briefs gaped open, allowing his length some much needed relief. Hell, he thought. He was honestly a bit worried at what Betsy might do. He quirked a brow at her before laying his head back, saying, 'Do your worst.'

BRIAN

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psi_butterfly
2008-06-26 11:17 pm UTC (link)

This was a sight to truly behold: Brian spread out before her, shirtless and nearly bottomless. It was like a fantasy being realized, only she had never really thought about her brother that way until tonight. But now, as she looked upon him in awe, she was wondering why she never had.

Like her dear brother, she had been blind and blissfully ignorant of what could've been hers all along.

Eventually, Betsy moved to remove the trousers from his legs and discarded them onto the floor. Before he'd be able to do anything, Betsy gently prised his legs apart and proceeded to scooted further between them. It didn't take her long to reach out to give the partially covered bulge a squeeze of appreciation, before she lowered her head a bit to breathe in the musky, masculine scent of him.

He smelt simply divine.

She moved up a little further, placing a tender kiss to his abdomen (like he had done to her) and let her left hand's fingers trail over his boxer shorts as she moved upward to his chest... to his neck...

And then she was back at eye-level with him when a teasing smile appeared across her lips.

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britannic
2008-06-27 11:51 pm UTC (link)

Brian had had quite enough - but none at all. His male urges were overpowering any feelings of sensuality or emotional connection; he was beginning to feel numb with desire. He needed to feel release and satisfaction and however incredible Betsy's touches felt against his hot skin, he wasn't getting what he wanted. She was still wearing her top and shorts, which hardly seemed fair.

When she reached his face, he countered her teasing smile with a hungry, demanding look and quirked an eyebrow in a challenging manner. Was she ready for this?

He certainly hoped so. He pushed his hips upward and he slid his penis between her clad thighs once or twice, nearly dying at the feeling of the friction, then muttered hurriedly, "You know I've never been good at taking turns, Bets." He embraced her so she was cradled in his arms and flipped them over without much effort. Negating gravity helped with such things. Once he was back on time, his hands were placed on either side of her delicate jaw and he caressed his thumbs against her cheeks while he watched her. She was beautiful and he wanted this more than anything. The look in her eyes told him she was ready. His hands traveled down to her shorts once more and he raised himself to allow for them to be pulled from her legs, along with her panties.

He moved atop her again and slipped his arm under her waist and lifted gentle, then used his right hand to help pull her sleep shirt up and off. He eased her back, allowing her to relax against the mattress, then moved between her knees once again. Brian's hands pushed his shorts down and he hovered briefly; long enough for him to pass them over his knees and toss them to her floor. His pants were nearby, and he moved to grab his wallet, then pulled a metallic packet from somewhere within. "Do you want this?" he had to be sure. If she refused him, he'd have to leave - things had gone too far and he was too deeply involved. He needed her.

BRIAN

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psi_butterfly
2008-06-29 12:11 am UTC (link)

Feeling the heat between her legs made her shudder involuntarily and caused her eyes to close for a moment. Before she could reopen them, however, Brian had flipped her back over onto her back. But, when she did, Betsy wore an expression of pure rapture, with a hint of amusement glinting in her blue eyes.

She knew her brother better than most, so she knew full well about how impatient he could get. Now, she suddenly thought of it was kind of endearing.

"Take me, I'm yours," her voice was thick with desire when he returned with the metallic packet. Safety first.

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britannic
2008-06-29 06:54 am UTC (link)

Yes, she was his, and he was about to make it official. Brian readied himself at breakneck speeds and lowered his torso closer to Betsy's once again. He propped himself with his left arm to allow his right hand to brush her cheek. His eyes searched wildly through hers, as if trying to will her to bear her wants and needs to him. While he did this, he was taking care of one of his very own needs. He lowered his right hand to grasp her thigh and he coaxed her legs a bit wider apart as he pushed his hips forward.

They slid together perfectly, meeting hip to hip and Brian's neck failed to hold his head up in reaction to the initial feeling of being inside Betsy. It was as though they were two puzzles pieces that were finally matched together.

His breath hitched and he drew back his hips, then slid in once more, this time bringing his face to hers and pressed his lips against her mouth lovingly, but with a driving, hungry force. His mouth and hips both set to work, after he realized the sensations only complimented each other. Normally, he might've tried to concentrate on one or the other. He wanted all of her at once, and then some. It was the most brilliantly overwhelming state of mind he could recall ever experiencing, and the Brit was going to make the most of it.

BRIAN

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psi_butterfly
2008-06-30 02:59 am UTC (link)

While Brian had positioned her to his liking, Betsy's hips tilted upward slightly. She figured it was the least she could do, since she had been a bit of a tease before and during their bout of foreplay. But, she wasn't about to complain, since this was something she wanted just as much as he did.

A gasp escaped her when he had entered her and her hips gave another little jerk. Her eyes had closed for a moment, allowing herself to get acclimated, but it didn't take long at all. Once he had given a thrust or two, she was ready and rearing to go.

When he had pressed his lips to hers, Betsy felt his need and passion. She felt them within her consciousness as if they had been seared there by a brand iron. This only enhanced her own desire and made her want him even more.

Arms rose up to encircle around his muscular back, trying to draw him further into her. Her head tilted to the side somewhat and she opened her mouth, deepening the kiss.

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britannic
2008-07-01 06:54 pm UTC (link)

Brian wasn't selfish. Not entirely. So it was when his sister's arms moved around his body that he began shifting his hips in a different manner - one that caused him to shift up and down inside her instead of in and out, and he began rocking them in a way that allowed them both to get the most out of the sensations. Honestly he was still trying to wrap his mind around what exactly he was doing. His sister, of course, but beyond that. He was riding a roller coaster of ecstasy and before long, he was going to reach the highest peak. He felt so in tune with the goddess under his frame that he thought she could make him climax with her mind alone.

When she deepened the kiss, his followed suit so that they were interlocked in every way possible, arms embracing, legs entangled, hips to hips and tongue against lips against tongue. It just felt nice to taste her. The soft, moist sensation of her mouth against his caused shivers to go up and down his spine and for his hips to jerk harder and out of rhythm against her. He drew back all of a sudden and breathed out heavily, "Oh, Bets," his lips moved against hers with each syllable spoken, "It's never been this way before." He'd never felt anything like this.

Brian lowered his cheek against hers while he breathed the words against her cheek and ear, "I love you." And while he kept his left arm below him for support, his right began to trail up and down the curve from her waist to her breasts. The feel of her was enough to madden him, and it wasn't before long that his hand was grasping and clutching and grating along the soft skin of her side and belly and breasts while their hips clashed together. His mouth found the side of her throat and he kissed passionately without a thought in his head about skill or pleasure. He just wanted to worship her. His left hand turned so he could entwine his fingers in her hair while he kissed from her jaw to her collarbones, "Can you," gasp, lick, "finish this way?" he wanted to make sure she got what she deserved. And when he spoke the word 'way' he pushed his hips in a circular motion, allowing his length to reach new territories within her.

BRIAN

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psi_butterfly
2008-07-02 03:34 am UTC (link)

The thing was, Betsy probably could get him to climax just by thinking it. But, where would the fun be in that? Call her old-fashioned, but she liked to work at these sort of things. It just made it that more fun for her, and whoever she was with at the time.

But this--as cliche as it might've sounded--was something that she wanted to last. Perhaps it was wrong, but neither of them planned this to happen. It hadn't been premeditated, nor would she have ever thought it would be possible. But, whatever was happening between the two of them at that very moment, it was one of (if not the most) the most wonderfully intense moments of her life.

While she clung desperately to him, she gasped out in between thrusts, "I love you too." His lips and skin felt so hot against her skin that she seriously thought she was about to burst into flames - but in a good way.

"Oh," she gasped again, struggling to get the words out, "I think... I can manage."

He was close, she could feel it - both mentally and physically.

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