"Okay… uncle…!" She whimpered and bucked herself upward against him. "Steve, come on, let me up."

"Robin, I'm glad you came over." His lips moved wetly against her neck when he spoke. Robin had never felt anything in her life quite like that. She moved her head slightly, frowning at the sensation, wondering about it. Steve was moving his body in a strange kind of way. He was rubbing himself against her crotch. She could feel his cock. It was hard and seemed bigger than she'd remembered when she'd caught a glance of her brother in the tub or getting into swimming trunks.

"You're really glad I came over?" She knew she'd said it so he would talk again.

"Yeah… I sure am."

"Mmmmm," Robin moaned. She was dizzy, breathless. She had no idea what was happening except that it felt strangely good. She could smell the sleepy musk of Steve's body, his slightly funky breath that had a tinge of smoke on it. But Steve didn't smoke. Not that she knew anyway.

She tried to catch her breath. It came in short puffs. Steve was moving his hips quickly now. She experienced guilt, a feeling of treading on forbidden paths.

They weren't wrestling any more. Steve was doing something entirely different. And as his hands tightened on her wrists, pinned them higher above her head, Robin felt panic.

"Let me up… Steve, can you hear me?"

"Robin… Ohhh God…" He was kissing her neck now. She tried to bring her chin down but couldn't. The touch of his lips… they were like nothing she'd dreamed of even.

"Steeeevie…"

She tried to work her hips to the side again, tried to twist them out from under Steve's plunging body. But he had her good now. He was raking his hard cock up against the soft, damp meat of her cunt. Even through a pair of silk panties and her shorts, she could feel his prick.

He let go of her wrists and wrapped his arms around her back. She felt his fingers sliding down against the small of her back where the T-shirt was hiked up. His fingers were warm.