Kindled in Fiction

Only a few minutes after helping him put the groceries away, Nick hurried off to work. He'd ran into a friend and spent too long talking to him, leaving him in a rush once he returned home. The door had barely closed behind him before Amanda ascended the stairs to her room.

The email simply said, This is for you, with a link. The main female character was undoubtedly based upon her picture, obvious even in the building story. She was amazed -- and a little embarrassed -- to find the character named Anne, her middle name. Even though the picture didn't show her face, he'd somehow correctly guessed her eye color as green. The detail and description of Anne's eyes in the story made Amanda's heart flutter before Allen, Anne's brother, ever made an appearance in the story to launch the taboo romance.

The couple in the story had not seen each other in some time, and they had both endured a lot of hardship. In comforting each other, they grew closer, and soon discovered something even deeper within them. Amanda only tore her eyes away from the screen long enough to retrieve her vibrator and remove her clothes when the couple in the story shared their first passionate kiss.

As Allen's manhood penetrated Anne in the story, Amanda slipped her vibe into her depths with a gasp. One hand pumped the toy in and out of her saturated sex while the other scrolled through the story. Both hands worked of their own accord, her thoughts fully within the story and the images forming in her mind as she read.

Once again, AlostOne's account of the coupling was soft and romantic, yet exciting at the same time. Quiet sounds of passion and words of love passed between the couple as they -- and Amanda -- drew ever closer to climax. Her own moans and gasps echoed those of Anne in the story, the description of the character so perfectly molded to her that she felt a deeper connection than ever before to the words on the page.

Anne climaxed in the story, her arms wrapped around her muscled brother's torso as he kissed her neck, his manhood squeezed tight in her depths. Amanda let out a long warbling cry of relief as her own orgasm took hold of her, warmth flooding her and every inch of her body tingling.

Panting for breath with her head hanging over the back of the chair, Amanda fumbled for the switch on her vibrator, managing to slow the humming toy. It remained buried inside her as she rode out the waves of her climax, her other hand caressing her breasts. When she at last caught her breath, she opened her eyes and reached with a trembling hand to scroll down in the story.

Allen had not yet reached his peak in the story, and Anne encouraged him to fill her. As Allen rose above Anne, Amanda felt her own passions rising again. She moved the control on her vibe to the halfway point, once again stroking the toy into her sheathe.

Anne encouraged her brother to greater efforts in the story, and he allowed his passions to run. Amanda flipped the switch on her toy to its highest setting as the story unfolded, thrusting the vibe inside her to match the speed and power of Allen's cock in the story. When the couple came together, Amanda let out a scream that she couldn't believe had emerged from her as she exploded into orgasm.

The grip of the vibe pressed almost painfully against Amanda's nether lips as she writhed and cried out in her chair. When an especially strong spike of ecstasy nearly stole her breath and brought on a brief coughing fit, she let the vibrator fall to the floor and covered her tingling sex with her hand. Her orgasm continued unabated for what felt like an eternity.

When she at last settled back into the real world from her perfect state of bliss once more, Amanda read the end of the story. The couple fell asleep in each other's arms after promising to love each other forever -- no matter the odds.

Amanda looked down between her legs and smoothed back the curls, amazed by the amount of sticky wetness coating the hairs immediately surrounding her folds. The touch caused her to shiver and let out a moan. With no hesitation this time, she opened her capture program and aimed her webcam.

In the first picture, she zoomed in tight on her sex, the image on the screen from the camera's point of view even more startling than what she could see from above. The curls around her sex were wet to the point of dripping, her clit still swollen and plainly visible as she parted her lips for the camera.

Next, she moved the camera upward and snapped a picture of her breasts, glistening with droplets of sweat despite the air-conditioning, one of her hands cupping the bottom of the left globe.

Finally, having noticed that the author had a fondness for women's backsides, she turned around and presented hers to the camera. Even though she had always felt her hips too wide and her ass far too large, she felt unbelievably sexy at the moment, and snapped the picture without hesitation.

She felt no resistance to attaching the pictures this time, and typed a long, excited email about how much the story had touched her -- and how hard it had made her come. She ended by saying that she hoped her pictures were half as exciting as his stories, and then sent the email.

Amanda's arms collapsed at her side as she finished typing the email, her vibrator still buzzing, forgotten at her feet. It took her many minutes to find the strength to rise from the chair and dress again.

Feeling especially energetic, she tackled the cardboard boxes in her room with renewed vigor.

****

Amanda couldn't help but smile as she walked across her room to the computer the next morning. While the rest of her things would take some time to unpack, she at least had a bedroom and bathroom where everything she needed was where it should be -- the rooms completely devoid of cardboard.

Opening her inbox, she saw a reply from AlostOne and felt her cheeks burning. At the same time, she felt incredibly sexy, an emotion that hadn't manifested within her for some time.

Opening the email only increased the feeling, because he wrote that her pictures certainly did make him feel exactly as she said she felt when reading his stories. At the bottom of the email was something that truly caused her heart to race, however. He'd written, A picture is worth a thousand words, and here are two that say what I can't put into words. They are what you probably think they are, so I've only put links. You can look if you want, but I won't be offended if you don't.

Feeling extremely naughty, she clicked the first link without hesitation. Her mouth dropped open as the image opened. She could just see well-defined abs and muscular legs, but her eyes were naturally drawn to the center of the picture -- the most gorgeous cock she'd ever beheld in her life.

Shaved and generous in both length and girth, the sight of the author's manhood immediately sent a rush of juices flooding Amanda's sex. Her eyes drank in every inch of the high-resolution image, far better than anything she'd sent to him. She could see every contour, as well as just a hint of glistening wetness adorning the tip of his erection.

Mindless of the potential hazards, she saved the image to her computer and clicked the other link. She couldn't stifle a quiet moan as the image of his cock appeared, his hand wrapped around the shaft and thick streams of semen coating both his hand and manhood.

She was still staring at the image in aroused fascination when the sound of Nick's voice startled her.

"Sis?"

Her face burning with shame, Amanda quickly saved the picture and closed her email, ignoring the messages from her other addresses. "Yes?"

From the other side of her closed door, Nick said, "I need to pick up some things from Wal-Mart to work on the dining room table tomorrow. Do you need anything?"

Batteries for my vibrator, Amanda thought, unable to shake the image of the gorgeous cock coated in cum from her head. "We'll probably need laundry detergent by the time I'm finished with the laundry today. That's all I can think of."

"Okay. I'm going to go straight to work afterward, then. They want me to come in early."

"I'll see you when you get home, then," Amanda responded.

"Later, Sis."

"Have a good day, Nick."

Somehow, she resisted the temptation to sit back down at the computer and stare at the pictures again. After a shower, she gathered up the clothing and towels from her room, putting them in the basket she'd brought up from the laundry room the night before.

Looking into Nick's room, she shook her head and chuckled. Some things never changed, and her brother's tendency toward sloppiness was one of them. Clothing was scattered around his bed and his computer, left to lie where it fell. Bending to pick up clothing as she walked, she circled the room.

Reaching the computer desk, she picked up the jeans and briefs lying off to one side and deposited them in the basket. She could just see one sleeve of a t-shirt peeking out from beneath the desk, and moved the chair out of the way to reach it.

When she stood back up, she saw that she'd bumped the desk just enough to disable the power-saving feature, turning on the monitor. She was surprised to see one of her senior pictures as the background of his desktop, the pose he'd suggested that everyone said was the best picture ever taken of her.

She couldn't help but smile, remembering what a good relationship they'd shared before she moved out of the house. They'd talked about everything -- even sex to some limited degree -- as much friends as siblings. The difficulties of her marriage and Nick's sorrowful tending to their failing mother had pulled them apart over the last year, however. Though they'd still talked regularly, it was hard for either of them to say much without adding to the other's melancholy.

Time to fix that, Amanda thought as she looked at the smiling picture of her. She could certainly use a friendship as close as she'd shared with her brother now.

She just had to keep her emotions under wraps and remember that he was her brother.

Tossing the shirt in the basket, she walked out of the room and made plans to start rebuilding that relationship this weekend at their favorite place -- on the ski slopes.

****

Seeing Nick's smile when she revealed the surprise trip she'd planned warmed her heart.

"I haven't been up there since the last time we went," Nick said, his wide smile still beaming.

"Me either. I wish I'd listened to you then. You knew that Adam was completely wrong for me from the very beginning."

"I felt horrible about that. I felt like I had to say something, but it ruined the whole last day of the trip."

"We'll make up for it this weekend," Amanda responded with a smile matching her brother's before pulling him close into a hug.

Nick sighed and said, "I didn't know how bad I needed that hug until just now."

Melting into the warmth of the embrace, something they'd done regularly until that fateful day on the slopes, Amanda said, "I think I needed it too." Looking up at him, she smiled and kissed his cheek. "Let's eat before dinner gets cold."

Nick nodded, but hesitated a moment before releasing her from the hug, which didn't bother Amanda at all. She was reluctant to give up the warm closeness as well.

After dinner and the dishes, brother and sister sat down to watch television together. As the Tonight Show ended, Nick remarked, "It just isn't the same without Johnny."

Amanda nodded her head in agreement. While the show felt lackluster, everything else was perfect. Sitting near to her brother on the couch watching late night TV transported her back to the happier times they'd shared as teens.

"I should probably hit the sack. I need to get the oil in the car changed tomorrow, and they always take forever. I'll have to leave early to make it to work in time."

"Me too. I'll need to go buy a new coat for the trip."

As they stood up, Amanda and Nick both said, "Night night," simultaneously, prompting them to laugh. Amanda heard Nick's bedroom door close only seconds after hers did. She dressed for bed, glancing over at the computer calling out to her.

Sitting down, she opened the pictures and shivered over them again, fueling a need that she knew she couldn't resist long. She wrote a quick reply to AlostOne's email, saying that she liked his pictures very much, and that she eagerly awaited his next story.

With the email sent, she closed the confirmation window, planning to retrieve her vibrator and slip into bed with it. When she returned to her inbox, however, she saw a new email from AlostOne, announcing a new story.

She devoured the short tale, a quick rush of pure heat with little deeper meaning. Although different from his more involved stories, the heated passion of the vignettes never failed to send her hear racing. This time, she had the image of his gorgeous cock added to her visualization of the scene. She pressed her hand over her sex and let out an excited sigh as she finished his latest offering.

A minute later, a low buzzing sound broke the silence of the night.

****

"You're kidding me, this is too much," Nick said in surprise as he examined his new laptop.

"That's for the birthday and Christmas presents I didn't send. Just take it. I know you have a lot of online friends, and now you can keep up with them wherever you are. This way, you won't be borrowing mine while we're on the trip either. The lodge has Wi-Fi now, according to the website."

Hugging Amanda, Nick said, "Thanks. This means a lot to me. I've always wanted one."

"You're welcome. Now let's eat so we can pack. I want to be on the slopes bright and early." Nick's wide smile warmed Amanda's heart.

"I got you something too. Hold on," Nick said, holding up one finger as he walked across the room to pick up his jacket, revealing something hidden beneath. He walked over with a smile and handed over the box.

Amanda gasped as she opened the box, finding the most beautiful sweater she'd ever seen in her life. The soft blue color and the diamond patterns simply screamed for her to put it on. Pulling it out of the box, she realized that the sweater was fitted, and would hug her body to good effect. "It's so beautiful. Thank you, Nick."

"Thought you'd like it. That should turn heads in the lodge."

"Are you trying to help your desperate sister find love?" Amanda asked with narrowed eyes, though her slight smile made the expression far from ominous.

"Let's eat so we can get packing," Nick said, changing the subject and walking out of the room with a laugh.

Shaking her head and chuckling, Amanda quickly followed to bop her brother in the back of the head before sitting down to dinner.

****

The trip transported Amanda back in time. The excitement of the slopes combined with Nick's constant stream of jokes and funny stories to erase any thoughts outside of the moment. She'd even started a brief snowball fight when he teased her about skiing far better in the real world than she ever had on the Intellivision game they'd played as kids. The moment he imitated the harsh kra-koom sound of the player hitting a tree in the game, she'd reached for her first snowball.

Back in their room at the lodge, they both realized that they'd overdone it a bit. Weary and sweating beneath the layers of clothing, they agreed that they should take a shower before going down to take in the nightlife of the resort. Amanda wanted to change into her new sweater anyway, which was too light to wear out on the slopes.

As she stepped out of the bathroom from her shower, Nick looked up from his laptop and smiled. "Yep. That's going to turn heads."

A flush of color flooded Amanda's cheeks. She'd looked in the mirror before exiting the bathroom, and she knew it was true. The sweater hugged her curves, drawing even her eyes directly to her breasts. Though only average, just enough to complement the curve of her hips and bottom, her breasts looked huge in the sweater. "Thanks," she said with a shy smile.

"My turn," Nick said as he stood up. "A friend of mine is sending me a video he claims is hilarious. Don't jump out of your skin when it finishes downloading. That sound effect is set to the Knights of Ni, and it's really loud for some reason."

"Okay," Amanda laughed as Nick walked into the bathroom. She then retrieved her laptop from her luggage, planning to check her mail. Despite the warning, she still jumped when her brother's computer proclaimed the download complete with a loud, "Ni!" Glancing over, she could just see the confirmation window superimposed over her picture, the same image that adorned Nick's computer at home.

Thinking, Goofball, Amanda turned on her computer and logged in to her email account. She then thought, Oh dear, upon seeing a story announcement from AlostOne. Opening the email, she discovered it was another chapter in her favorite story.

Hitting the reply button, she typed a quick email. I can't believe you released a chapter when I'm somewhere I can't possibly read it for days! I'll read it as soon as I get home from my ski trip -- you meanie. She closed the email with a wink emoticon, indicating that she was only kidding, and then hit send.

Once again, she jumped when Nick's computer sounded off with a loud thunk and the words, Message for you, Sir, again from Holy Grail.

Rolling her eyes and chuckling, Amanda closed her inbox, seeing nothing else except forwards of fluffy chain letters. Shutting down the laptop, she walked over to retrieve the television remote from the dresser next to Nick's bed. She paused with her hand extended -- the remote forgotten -- when she saw the mouse pointer hovering over the email notification that had caused the last burst of sound from Nick's computer. There, next to the jean-clad image of her hip on the screen was her internet nickname -- the private one she used only on the erotica site.

Sitting down heavily on the bed, she stared in stunned disbelief at the truth in front of her. AlostOne was her brother. The man whose stories had stirred so many emotions within her was the same one who had stirred them before when they were teens. The shame that had caused her to make the fateful decision to marry Alan crashed back down on her, and she covered her face in embarrassment.

Her shame only grew as she thought about sharing photos with him -- showing him her body in the aftermath of orgasm from reading his stories. His pictures revealed that he'd stroked his cock to her, the cum-covered image as clear in her mind as the real thing.

Shaking her head, she tried to pretend it was a coincidence. Someone else must be using the name HrtBrknMandy, she rationalized. She clicked the notification to open Nick's inbox, sure that she would see something other than her email.

"No," she whispered when the page loaded, dashing the hope that she'd known was false as soon as the thought entered her head. The evidence in front of her was irrefutable, impossible to deny -- much like her repressed feelings for the brother she loved in ways that she knew were completely wrong.

The emotional thunderstorm within her caused the world around Amanda to vanish as her head fell into her hands again. The roiling thoughts paralyzed her as the minutes ticked by uncounted.

Only the sound of Nick emerging from the bathroom jerked her back into reality -- too late. "Did the... Sis, what's wrong?" Nick asked, his voice filling with concern when he saw her expression. He quickly crossed the room to lay a hand on her shoulder, noticing the opened email on his computer screen. "I can explain. I just needed..." He paused, the words ski trip leaping off the page at him.

The recognition in his eyes caused Amanda to gasp, "Oh, god," and tears to roll down her face. Why did I send that email! He knows! Oh, god -- he knows!