Mixer Ch. 02

"Don't worry," he said. "You'll be fine here. I've got a couple candles and a lighter stashed in my desk. Come on."

*****

Bryce led his sister through the dark apartment and back to his bedroom. After getting her seated on the edge of his bed, he fumbled through a desk drawer to find a candle and lighter. The frequent flashes of lightning from behind the blinds did little to help. Finally, he found the wide candle, placed it on the nightstand, and got it lit.

Sarah smiled up at him, her nerves seeming to have eased a bit. She stretched out and rolled across his bed, coming to a full stop on her stomach. Bryce couldn't help but grin at the playful gesture. Then he caught himself gazing at the long length of her legs, glowing gold in the soft candlelight. The shirt had ridden up while she rolled and the back hem barely covered her cute butt. He was pretty sure that he'd be able to see pussy if he was standing at the foot of the bed.

She looked up at him expectantly and patted the bed beside her. "Come on," she said, "we still have stuff to talk about."

Bryce caught Sarah's gaze drop down to his shorts, and he became uncomfortably aware that he was starting to become aroused. He felt his face flush with embarrassment. Quickly, he lay down beside her, also on his stomach in hopes of hiding his growing problem.

Her broadening grin told him that she had indeed noticed. "Thanks again for letting me stay," she said. "I'll feel a lot better riding out this storm with you around."

"Quite alright," he said. He patted her back comfortingly. When she smiled at the touch, he left his hand between her shoulder blades, rubbing softly.

"So, about what happened tonight then," she said.

"Look, I'm really sorry about all that," Bryce said. "I had no idea..."

"Neither did I," Sarah said, interrupting him. "And you needn't bother apologizing, either. I'm pretty sure that someone else should be doing that."

"Huh?"

"Well, I'm not a hundred percent sure, but I think we may have been set up."

Bryce pulled his hand off his sister and rolled to his side so that he could prop himself up. The look on his sister's face was difficult to read, but he was sure that she was being serious.

"What do you mean?" he said.

"First off, tell me what happened to you at the party," she said. "When did you go to the Mixer? Who was picking the guys' names?"

Bryce explained how his friend Carlos had suggested that he try out the Mixer at the party. Carlos was pulling the names and had 'seen to it' that he would get picked without waiting long.

"I think that pretty much cinches it, then," Sarah said. "You see, on the girls' side, my old friend Mary was pulling the names. She thinks that I stole he previous boyfriend and has been ice cold toward me ever since. To be perfectly honest, I didn't even know they'd been a couple until after I started dating the guy. She's a bit psycho that way, though.

"Anyway, so Mary pulled my name not too long after I had gotten there with a friend of mine. She had this artificial smile on her face when I went behind the curtain and I was, in fact, worried that she might have set me up with some really nasty guy. Luckily, that wasn't the case." She smiled at Bryce and he couldn't help but smile back at her compliment.

"When I was done, Mary seemed unusually friendly and keen to know if I'd had a good time," Sarah said. "I said that I had. For someone who not long ago hated my guts, she seemed disturbingly pleased with herself. When I found out it was you that I'd been in there with, well, I have to believe that she set things up."

"The connection makes sense," Bryce said. "Well, I just want to make sure that we'll be okay. I know what we did was...well, it's not generally looked on too favorably. But I'm not mad, or even really upset at all. Embarrassed, maybe."

Sarah gave a shy smile, making her look for just a moment like the girl she was a decade ago. "I'm glad you're not mad. And I don't want things to get weird between us, either. It happened, neither of us knew, and it was..."

"What?" Bryce said. Sarah looked away, flushing slightly in the flickering candlelight.

"No, I shouldn't," she said. "I shouldn't say it."

"Say what?" Bryce said, prodding her good-naturedly. "Say that it was good?"

Sarah looked Bryce in the eye. "No. I was going to say that it was...hot. Really hot." She buried her head dramatically in the pillow, groaning in embarrassment.

Bryce laughed. "It's okay, sis," he said. "You're right, it was really hot. Honestly, I don't think I've ever been turned on quite so much."

"Really?" she said, looking back up.

"Definitely. Who'd a thought I had such a hot and frisky sister."

"Jerk," she said with a laugh and playful slap to his bare chest. "Now you're calling me a slut. Saying that I'm easy."

"No, no, no," he said. "Liberated. Fun. Embracing of new experiences...and total strangers."

"Fuck you!" she said, knowing full well that he was just teasing her.

"Oh, ease up," he said. "I'm just as guilty as you. We're both easy."

Sarah rolled up from her stomach to her side so that she was facing Bryce. Bryce couldn't help but steal a glance down at her long, bare legs, golden in the dim light. She really wore his old Cubs jersey well, he thought.

"Yeah, but you're a guy," she said. "Guys are supposed to try to fuck everything that even looks like a woman. Girls are supposed to be discriminating."

"I believe in equality," Bryce said. "If a guy can get horny with a total stranger, then so can a girl."

"Well, just so you don't get any wrong ideas about me, I'm not into hooking up with strangers," she said. "I've only had a couple one-night stands and it was mostly because I was drunk and being stupid."

"Don't sweat it. I haven't lost any respect for you over this little incident. In a twisted sort of way, I feel like we'll probably be on better terms now than ever before. I mean, I've always felt awkward talking about relationships and such with you. Now, well, it feels like a barrier has been broken."

"Don't you mean blown away? Literally? I know what you mean, though. I should be creeped out, but I'm not. Thanks for being such a cool brother."

"Thanks for a fantastic blow," Bryce said, laughing and throwing his arms in front of him as a shield against her flurry of slaps.

*****

"Men," Sarah said, easing up her assault. "You're all a bunch of apes."

She played up the annoyance, but in reality was glad that her brother was making an effort to keep the mood light. Mary's incestuous set-up could have really screwed with their heads, with their relationship. Instead, it had only made things better.

With the assault over, Bryce rolled onto his back. Sarah decided to give him some payback for his humor and she crawled over his chest in an effort to reach the candle on the nightstand. She deliberately stretched her own chest across his, slowly and agonizingly dragging the shirt across his skin.

Sarah could sense Bryce tense up a little. How sweet, she thought, he's trying so hard to be a gentleman. She lingered before blowing out the candle, plunging the room into darkness. Feigning fatigue at the effort involved in reaching the candle, she collapsed her full weight perpendicularly across her brother.

"You okay there?" Bryce said, patting her back. "Over-exert yourself?"

"No, no," she said. "I think I'll make it."

Sarah liked the feel of his hand on her back. It felt like the beginning of a gentle embrace, courage against her fear of the storms. Slowly, she slid back across his chest, careful to allow his arm to remain in place around her. She ended on the mattress, laying across his arm and snuggled firmly along the length of his body. Her shirt had slid up, exposing her trim fuzz. Grateful for the cover of darkness, she pressed her public bone against Bryce's hip.

A loud clap of thunder rumbled nearby. Sarah took it as a good excuse to throw an arm across her brother's chest. She felt so comfortable in this place that she found herself entertaining forbidden thoughts. Her body yearned to return to that place it had visited early tonight in the Mixer. Brother or not, she found herself yielding to primal urges that accompanied being in a strong man's embrace.

"You falling asleep?" Bryce asked. He had made no effort to extract himself from their embrace.

"No, why?"

"You just got really quiet all of a sudden," Bryce said in a voice scarcely able to carry over the rhythmic tapping of rain on the windows.

"Just drifting along with my thoughts," she said, practically whispering in his ear.

"What sort of thoughts?"

"Mostly about tonight," she said honestly. "I can't help but think back to the way I felt while in the Mixer. Now here I am, curled up with my brother, and somehow I'm okay with that."

"Strange world, eh?"

"Yeah. Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, anything," Bryce said.

"When you were in the Mixer, what were you thinking?"

"I don't think I was thinking much at all," Bryce said. "I couldn't see or hear anything. It was like my body finally got to take over and do what it wanted without having to analyze things too much."

Sarah snuggled even closer, if that was possible, and gently started to caress his pectoral with her hand. She was getting desperately aroused, her body craving the full release that it had so needed during the brief time in the Mixer. She tilted her head so that her lips ever so lightly brushed his earlobe.

"And what did your body want from that stranger in the dark?" she whispered.

Her brother gasped slightly at the contact of her lips. His body trembled ever so slightly under her fingertips. She knew that he was as desperate as she was. Only one gentle nudge from either of them would push this scenario past the point of no return...into the realm of the forbidden. Did she dare?

*****

Bryce couldn't control the shudder that raced through his body at his sister's touch, her whispers. He was becoming aroused and the impropriety of the situation was insufficient to overrule his body's instincts. They both wanted the forbidden, but could reason overcome hormones?

Bryce twisted ever so slightly toward Sarah. He let his free arm reach across to her side, touching her ever so gently.

"Two strangers in the dark," he whispered back at her, his own lips drifting down toward hers.

"Without any light, that's all we need to be," she said. Her breath conveyed the message to his lips more than the sound of her voice to his ears.

Thunder rattled the windows. Bryce didn't know who actually initiated it, but they kissed. Gently, softly, lip to lip. It was tentative and cautious, but only for a moment. The raw energy that had been shared during their experience in the Mixer roared back to life as touch, taste, and smell became the only sources of input.

*****

Sarah sighed deeply as her lust finally found its receptive outlet. She melted into her brother's embrace, opening her mouth in response to his increasingly frantic kisses. She allowed herself to embrace the simple illusion that this was her passionate stranger, the essence of man, an unknown but perfect quantity who existed only for a brief but exquisite moment in time.

She disengaged from Bryce's embrace for a moment, throwing a leg across his waist. Sitting upright, she straddled his crotch, settling her weight on his hard-on. She shifted back and forth until her bare slit was aligned with him, separated only by the nylon fabric of his shorts. He moaned in pleasure.

Sarah ran her fingers up his chest, circling through his sparse hair. She leaned forward and reengaged their kissing, tongues seeking new depths. His hands, meanwhile, had slipped under her shirt from her hips and were working their way up. He gently tickled her sides and moved his hands around and up to the underside of her breasts. She desperately wanted to feel his fingers touch her nipples, but he retreated, massaging and caressing around and between her breasts.

Sarah broke the kiss to sit back upright, using her weight to grind her clit against his hardness. His hands continued to tease ever closer to her nipples, but infuriatingly slowly. She wanted more, faster. Fast as her shaking fingers could work, she unbuttoned the jersey and let it fall from her shoulders.

*****

Bryce felt the jersey fall away. As if timed to highlight her nakedness, a brief flash of lightning slipped through the closed blinds, illuminating Sarah's body for the smallest fraction of a second. The after-image of her mounted on his crotch, perfect breasts cupped by his hands, head thrown back, was burned in his mind. This moment wasn't about what he could see - the after-image seemed to belong to a sense other that vision, something ephemeral. It revealed passion, carnality, and lust in a way no other ordinary sense could.

He brushed his fingertips over her nipples, feeling her sharp intake of breath through their erect tips. Bryce continued to circle around the areolas, seeking to establish a rhythm with her breathing. She encouraged him by grinding even harder against his cock. If she hadn't given him a blowjob earlier, Bryce was sure he'd have blown his load in his shorts already.

Sarah leaned forward, sliding off his erection. She kissed him fiercely for a minute, then positioned one of her breasts before his mouth. Bryce sensed that she sought a greater level of stimulation that his fingers could provide. He obliged by taking her nipple between his lips and fluttering his tongue across the tip.

Bryce heard her whimper, and he felt a rush at her response to his stimulus. Now that his hands were no longer busy at her breasts, he cupped her butt. She wiggled encouragingly and Bryce couldn't will himself to show restraint for more than a few moments. His fingers wrapped around and found the moisture of her pussy. Warm, slippery, and extremely inviting.

*****

Sarah rode a wave of unadulterated joy as her brother worked magic on her pussy. Fingers plunged into the depths of her pussy while other fingers slid deftly across her clit. His tongue continued its relentless stimulation of her nipples. She could feel herself beginning to shake, coming inexorably closer to climax.

Throwing the last shreds of reservation to the wind, Sarah reached back and under the waistband of his shorts. She grabbed his cock and began to tug at it demandingly. This time, her body would not settle for anything less than full consummation. She slid back from their embrace, breaking the connection with his tongue. In the process, she managed to get his shorts down just past his erection.

Reluctantly, she slid back further and forced Bryce to extricate his fingers from the magic they were working on her pussy. Sarah elevated on her knees and positioned her pussy directly over his cock. Bryce placed his hands on both her hips, allowing her to control the situation, but eager to assist.

Sarah reached between her legs, slid her palm down the length of her brother's cock, and cupped his balls. He groaned and bucked slightly at her touch. She knew he was as lost as she in the heat of the moment. Slowly, she slid her hand back up its length and began to lift the swollen head toward her.

*****

Bryce was in blissful agony as his sister lifted his cock toward her pussy. When it made contact with her soaked pussy lips, he let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. Sarah tortured him further by sliding the tip up and down along the slick channel of her lips. This sort of stimulation was too intense; it went beyond pleasure to agony.

Seemingly sensing his need, Sarah finally stopped. She positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. From here, only a fraction of an inch separated them from consummation. Sarah need only sink down or Bryce thrust up, and the last barrier between them would be broken. Bryce sensed Sarah hesitating. Had she changed her mind? And did he really want this?

As one, Sarah began to settle her weight and Bryce pulled gently on her hips. Electricity exploded through his body as the head of his cock slid into his sister's pussy. Just an inch, just the very tip, and it was amazing.

Sarah paused, then lifted back up until he almost slid out. Bryce guided her hips back down, and this time his cock slid over half its length in. Some small part in the back of his mind wondered how a simple thing could be both so wonderful and so wrong.

*****

Sarah knew she was lost. She had never felt so aroused, so wet, so desperate to be filled. She let Bryce guide her hips up once more, and then plunged her full weight onto her brother's cock. Pubic bones connected and her clit tingled at the contact.

They held this position for a long moment, savoring the contact, the connection. Sarah leaned forward to plant a loving kiss on his lips, one that was returned with equal passion. No matter how forbidden this should be, Sarah thought, it felt truly wonderful.

Bang! Sarah sat bolt upright. Something had just made a loud noise and it sounded like it was inside the apartment.

"Shit!" Bryce said, holding his voice down. "The front door. Edrian must be back. Probably abandoned the campsite when the storm hit."

Much as she was reluctant to do so, Sarah rolled off Bryce, his cock sliding out of her with a soft pop. "The bedroom door's still open, isn't it?" she said.

"Yeah," Bryce said, trying desperately to pull up his shorts. "Fuck."

*****

Sassy held Carlos tight, letting his erection soften inside her. There was something about making a guy stay insider her after coming that she had always enjoyed. It seemed to make the moment last longer and end more gently.

Carlos had been a champ this evening. He'd been ready to get back at it only a few minutes after blowing a load in her mouth. Once the storm knocked out the power, a lot of guests had started to leave. Headlights were turned on all around them and partygoers constantly walked by. Luckily, they'd already fogged the windows pretty well by then and it was unlikely that anyone had seen them. Still, Sassy found the somewhat public aspect of their union to have heightened the arousal for her. She'd have to explore it further before too long.

"We'll have to do this again," Sassy said. Carlos had finally slid out of her, so she unstraddled him and snuggled up beside him in the truck's back seat.

"Definitely," Carlos said. "I'm glad Mary was able to help us get hooked up."

"Yeah, probably the only good thing she did tonight," Sassy said.

Carlos looked down at her, even though in the darkness he could scarcely make out her outline. "What do you mean?"

"I should probably tell you," she said. "Bryce is a friend of yours, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, Mary did set the two of us up, but her real goal was to set up two other people," Sassy said.

"She wanted Bryce, right?"

"No, though she let you think that. No, she actually set up Bryce with his sister, Sarah."

"Holy fuck," Carlos said. "You're kidding? What the hell would she do that for?"

"Revenge," Sassy said. "Petty revenge. See, she thinks that Sarah stole her last boyfriend away and she wanted to get even. Honestly, I doubt Sarah even knew that they'd been a couple, and Mary wasn't even all that interested in the guy anyway."

"That's low. Too low."

"That's what I thought when she told me what she'd done...after the fact."

"Shit," Carlos said. "Bryce came out of there looking pretty damn pleased. I bet they really went a bit too far for brother and sister."

"Yeah," Sassy said. "I didn't pay much attention to Sarah, but Mary seemed to think the same thing as you."

"And Bryce left right after that to try to hook up with her. Damn, they probably know what happened by now. How messed up is that?"

"Very. Look, I thought I should tell you. I know you weren't knowingly in on it, but Bryce might not know that. And for that matter, I don't want Sarah thinking I was involved either. We should probably find a tactful way of talking to them."