Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ A Welcome Home ❯ At the Office ( Chapter 1 )

GW does not belong to me.

 

 

Relena walked confidently trough Preventer Head Quarters, smiling and nodding at the few officers that littered the hallways. She knew what they thought of her, that she was pathetic spoiled brat that came to their HQ only because of her unhealthy obsession to Heero Yuy. If only they knew, she thought with a wicked smile on her face. Have them believe what they wanted; it made things that much easy for her. They were right in one thing, though, she was here for a man, and her unhealthy obsession for him surpassed whatever she had felt for the perfect solider.

 

Her panties went damp at the thought of him, of his hands on her body, of the feel of him inside her.

 

Six months, it had been six months since their first and last encounter. She had woken up alone, sated, tender and seeking his warmth. She had searched for him throughout her home, but he had left, taking any evidence of his visit with him. It was almost as if she had dreamed him. Only the sticky fluid between her legs and on her stomach was proof of the night they had spent together. He had been ashamed, Relena knew, about their relationship about the rough way in which he had taken her. She had loved every single second of it, he was the only man that had ever loved her unconditionally; she would deny him nothing.

 

She hadn't seen Milliardo since that night, he had been traipsing around earth and its colonies, running away from her. Fortunately, Lady Une hadn't deemed it wise for him to work himself to such a degree and had him on paper-pusher duty for the next month. Milliardo was unaware that she had been following his every step with the help of Lady Une, under the guise of a doting sister. Now it was the perfect time to pounce, when Milliardo still thought she was in the colonies.

 

The wicked smile resurfaced when she finally came to his office door. Relena knocked quietly before opening the door and stepping inside, locking the door after her. The sight of her brother sitting on his desk, focused on the papers on his desk, a slight frown on his forehead was enough to send desire spiraling down to her core, she must be soaking through her panties now.

 

“You don't call, you don't write… I'm starting to think you don't love me anymore.”

 

The sound of her voice had his head snapping up, his eyes staring disbelievingly at her, the cliché greeting flying over his head. Relena took advantage of his stunned confusion to swaggered up to him. Instantly he reclaimed his wits, and rolled back on his office chair as far as the back wall would allow. Relena hopped on his desk, pushing his laptop and papers to the side. She crossed her legs, hiking her skirt dangerously high, she was rewarded by a loud gulp from her brother and the very satisfying and notable bulge in his trousers. He was as needy as her, just as desperate. Good, it served him right for hiding from her.

 

“Relena…”What could he say? There was nothing to say. Shame was flowing through him, at his disgraceful behavior and his very prominent hard-on that was in full view of his baby sister. Not that she was not acquainted with that particular part of his anatomy. He closed his eyes at the images that thought brought forth. Her tightness, her surprising slickness… She had left her exhausted, with his cum dripping out of her. “I'm sorry, Relena, for what I did to you.” he groaned out.

 

“Why?” Then her bare foot was on his lap, pushing against his erection. “I liked it.”

 

Another tortured groan from him as he took her calf in his large hand, intending to remove her foot and only succeeding in pressing it harder, moving it just right to increase his pleasure. “This is… this is…” he was panting harshly, his hips arching off the chair.

 

“Wrong? Sick?” Relena asked, a hand working between her thighs. “I don't care. I want you.”

 

“I raped you.”

 

Relena scoffed, “Hardly.” He had tied her hands on the headboard, taking liberties with her body, making it hum and trash beneath his, opening her eyes to a world she hadn't thought existed. “Do you know how many nights I've spent with my fingers buried inside me thinking only of you?”

 

Both his hands were wrapped around her leg now, his eyes focused on the hand that was inside her clearly damp panties. The pleasure was so intense it was bordering on painful. He grunted loudly, delighting in the way Relena's chest rose and fell, her nipples tiny points through her light silk blouse. She took her hand away from her cunt and brought it up to her lips to taste. He came, like a stupid teenager, in his clothes.

 

“Tell me,” she panted. “Tell me you feel this when you're with Noin or the boys you have no doubt been indulging in since you left me.”

 

He answered her by pushing his chair forward and burying his head between her spread legs. He suckled her through her knickers, eating her enthusiastically, dying for the taste of her. Relena threw her head back, biting back a moan, as his played with her, using his tongue and lips expertly. He spread her legs wide with his arms, drinking from her forcefully, almost brutally. “You like this?” he asked savagely, inhaling her scent, nuzzling her mons.

 

“Yes!” Relena moaned loudly. “It's good, it's so good.”

 

He ripped her panties off and delved back into her bared pussy. He nipped her folds, licking from anus to clit; needing to hear her moaning and writhing desperately for his own pleasure and because he needed to make sure this is what she wanted. Relena finally lost it when his tongue dipped inside her, drawing out delicious exquisite pleasure. Her knees drew up, holding Milliardo tight against her, undulating her hips onto his mouth and tongue. He gave one last loving lick to her slit and straightened his posture, staring her, panting and still moaning from the delicious aftershocks.

 

Slowly he started unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her light pink bra, so sheer he could make out her nipples. His hands quickly plunged into the lacy cups, drawing her breasts out for him to lick, suckle and knead. He loved the way his sister responded, writhing and grunting, arching her back to offer more of her breasts to his needy mouth. He took his cock out, wet with sperm from his previous orgasm and jacked off against her thigh.

 

“Kiss me,” Relena panted, watching avidly as he played with her breasts. He looked up from his task, leaving her nipples rosy and glistening from his saliva. “You didn't kiss me that night, not once.”

 

“Oh, baby.”

 

He kissed her languidly, lapping gently at her mouth, moaning softly when Relena suckled on his tongue. Relena had her legs wrapped around him now, gyrating against his cock, mewling and breathing shallowly. “Tell me what you want… I want to…. to…” she moaned at the feel of mouth biting on her neck, sucking hard, no doubt leaving marks on her fair skin. “I want to pleasure you too.” She clutched at his clothing, unbuttoning and discarding rapidly, going almost crazy to feel his smooth skin.

 

Last time she hadn't even touched him, her wrists had been badly chaffed from trying to wring them out of the scarf he had tied them with. Relena had been desperate to feel his hot skin, his firm muscles, to bring pleasure in the same way he was pleasuring her. He had been oblivious to her frustration, focusing only on his need to touch and taste her, sate himself within her.

 

“I need your mouth on me.”

 

Relena smirked, pushed him back with her leg into his chair and went onto her knees in one smooth motion. Deftly, too deftly for the instincts of the older brother's liking, she took his cock out. She held him daintily in her tiny hand, licking softly on the underside, torturing him slowly with her lips. But he wanted to see that prim mouth of hers wrapped tightly around his dick. “Suck me.”

 

Her pretty pink lips went around him, sucking deliciously slowly, milking him. It was sight, Relena on her knees, her tits indecently displayed for her older brother while she finger fucked herself and sucked him off. She took her hand, the one she was using to play with herself, wet with her juices and started fondling his balls. She was good, so good; it pleased the man but angered the overprotective brother. It was silly to think such thoughts when she was slurping him up joyfully, savoring the taste of his cock.

 

“Enough.”

 

He wanted to be inside her again; feel her silky muscles, her tits pressed against his chest, to come inside her again and again like he had done last time. He pushed her away, her mouth making a soft pop as it withdrew from his leaking cock head. He hefted her up on his desk again, rolling her skirt up to her waist. The look she was giving him was almost enough to make him cum. She smiled naughtily at him, grabbing his cock and using it to play with her clit. Back and forth, from her clit to her entrance to her anus. She was such a slut, Milliardo thought as he slapped her hand away and shoved his cock inside her.

 

It was pure bliss being inside her and just as good as he remembered. He hooked her leg onto his elbow as Relena grabbed hold of his shoulders and started pounding hard into her. She was mewling, biting on his neck to keep from shouting, her pussy gripped him tightly, her nipples sliding erotically on his chest. He kept pumping into her hard, making her his, wanting her to remember this fuck for a week to come. “You have the tightest pussy I've ever fucked,” he grunted out harshly into her neck.

 

He had talked dirty to her last time as well, his words desperate and lustful, about how it felt to taste her, to touch her, to be inside her. It was so fucking hot to hear her uptight and prim brother utter such distasteful expletives at her. He took her other leg and spread her open, his nostrils flaring and his eyes dilating as he watched his flesh impaling her over and over. The feel of him was too much, thick and hard inside her, stretching her to her limit, his balls slapping her deliciously on her ass.

 

The room was filled with the hard smacking sounds of a hard fuck and the heavy breathing, whimpers and grunts of lovers who were thoroughly enjoying the brutal fuck. They kissed sloppily, wetly, all tongue and unleashed desire. Relena reached behind him, fingering the ring of his ass, loving the way he pounded even harder, her cunt almost hurting from the pleasure of his forceful thrusts.

 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted, sliding into her faster and harder, losing all vestiges of his control.

 

His testicles drew up and tightened, and Relena sensing his impending climax, entered his anus with one elegant finger, finding his prostate with an ease that astounded him. “In me, in me, do it in me,” she moaned, writhing wantonly, desperate to feel his cum shooting inside her.

 

He grunted as he filled her, cumming harder than he ever remembered, “Take it, take it all.”

 

Relena came, and if it wasn't for his hand covering her mouth would have let out a scream that would have the whole of preventers dashing through her brother's office.

 

In silence they fixed their clothing, Millarido observant as he watched his little sister dress. He helped her with her bra, placing her delicate breasts back into their cups, delighted when he saw his mark upon them. With a handkerchief he wiped gently between her legs, smiling roguishly at her as he did so, rolling her skirt to rights again. In turn, she tucked his flaccid member back into his trousers, buttoned and tucked his shirt back in. She fetched his tie, which she found across the room and tied it lovingly around his neck again. She went on tip toe and nipped his bottom lip playfully.

 

“Do I look okay?”

 

“You look freshly fucked,” he told her smirking, taking in her flush appearance, swollen lips and the euphoric glint in her eye. “I love you.”

 

“I love you too, brother,” Relena wrapped herself around him. “You won't leave me again, will you?”

 

“Never.”

 

They parted with one last lustful kiss, Milliardo watched her go, fully aware that she was wearing nothing underneath her prim knee length skirt. He found his ruined panties a few moments later. He brought them to his nose, their scent making his mouth water. Noin caught him in the act as she entered his office with out knocking, bearing an armful of paperwork. Quickly, he placed his sister panties in his pocket and smiled politely at his partner and sometimes lover.

 

“What's going on? I just saw Relena leaving.”

 

“She just came to welcome me back.”

 

“She's a good girl, a good sister.”

 

“Yeah,” Milliardo agreed wholeheartedly.

 

Noin's face scrunched up, detecting something in the room, the heady scent of sex. But that was impossible. Her eyes widened at Milliardo's relaxed posture and the sated aura around him.

 

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