Boiling Point

Anthony looked up when he heard the front door open. It was closed softly, but he'd still been awake, waiting. He glared at the entryway, waiting for his sister to finally make her appearance. His anger had been growing steadily for hours, and there was no way she was going to avoid a fight this time. Normally she could just bat her big hazel eyes and he'd back down. Not this time.

He set his half full glass of scotch down on the coffee table and crossed his arms. A moment later, Jaime came tip toeing into the room, her purse tucked under her arm and clutching the straps of her high heels in one hand. She'd removed them to avoid making noise on the hardwood floor. She glanced up and saw her brother sitting on the couch, fuming. She could tell his mood instantly. He was never good at hiding his anger.

"Oh. Hey!" she said, her surprised expression turning into a sunny smile in a flash.

"Don't fucking 'hey' me," Anthony growled, looking her up and down. It was just as he'd thought. Her dress was rumpled, her hair tousled. It was obvious how she'd spent her night.

"What's wrong?" she asked innocently. Sure enough, she'd started in with the eye batting right away.

"It's three in the morning!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. "I have work tomorrow."

"So?" she asked, tone bland. She dropped her shoes and purse, smirking a little. She knew it drove him crazy when she left her things everywhere. She was grateful to him for taking her and her kids in after she'd broken up with her boyfriend, but he was a control freak when it came to his house and the dozens of "rules" he'd laid down for her. It never ceased to annoy her.

"So you told me you'd be back in a couple hours. That was at seven!"

"Yeah. Sorry about that," she said, giggling. "I was with . . . a friend. Lost track of time." She put her hands on her curvy hips and raised an eyebrow at him. "You didn't have to wait up for me, y' know. The kids go to bed at eight."

"That's not the point!" he exclaimed, voice still dripping with venom.

"Yeah? Then what IS the point, bro? Do I have a curfew now? I'm twenty-four . . . that would be a little silly, wouldn't it?"

"You're taking advantage of me!" he said, standing and letting his voice raise. The kids slept upstairs, so he was sure he wouldn't wake them. Even if he did, he was beyond caring at this point. "You beg me to watch my niece and nephew three or four times a week while you go out and . . . fuck around!"

Jaime's smile widened and her eyes narrowed. That was what she'd thought his anger was about. She crossed the room until she was standing in front of him, the coffee table in between them. She bent and picked up his scotch, not breaking eye contact as she sipped from the glass. "What's wrong with a sexy young woman like me having a little fun, brother? 'sides, I don't 'fuck around'. I have a fuck buddy. Just one. Nice boy. Treats me good. You'd like him. "

"I seriously doubt I would," Anthony said bitterly, snatching the glass from her and draining it. "And stop being crude. I don't need to know about your . . . sex life." He set the empty glass back down hard, saying the last two words like they sickened him.

Jaime laughed mischievously. "Oh, now don't get all grossed out Tony. There's nothing wrong with sex. It's actually one of the best things in life. You should give it a try."

"I've had sex!" he grumbled fiercely. He hated when she called him Tony, and she knew it. She was deliberately pushing all his buttons that night. "I don't have a problem with sex and you're a grown up. Do whatever you fucking want. Just don't drag me into it."

As he'd spoken, his sister had gone around the coffee table until she was standing beside him in front of the couch. She grabbed his hand and yanked him down onto the couch with her. "Now how am I dragging you into anything?" she asked pointedly, looking up at him.

"Knock it off!" he said, trying to get back up. She'd made him sprawl half on top of her and linked her arms around his neck. "What is WRONG with you tonight?"

"Nothing . . . " she said, slyly. "I just want a hug from my big brother. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?" She pulled him closer as he struggled.

"Jaime, I'm not in the mood, damn it." He couldn't seem to get away from her. His younger sister was only 5'3" and didn't weigh much, but even though he was six foot, he'd always been skinny. He was stunned by how strong she'd become since they'd last wrestled as kids. Strong and constantly determined to get her way. "Stop it. You're being a brat!" he said, giving up and letting her cling to him.

"I can do this allll night," she said, teasingly. "I'm not giving up until you hug me back."

Grumbling, Anthony wrapped his arms around her and held her to him. She nestled into his arms, holding him tighter. He looked down and got a face full of cleavage. From the half-leaning position she'd dragged him into, her chest was practically right in his face. She pulled him even closer and he found himself smothering in her impressive rack. "Knock it off," he said again, his voice muffled.

"Knock what off?" she asked, the innocent tone back in her voice. "I'm just hugging my big brother. I love him soooo much." She wiggled back and forth as she spoke, rubbing the tops of her large, soft tits across his face.

Anthony pushed her away, and she let him. He sat up, squirming, trying not to look at her. He suddenly regretted that he'd been sitting around in his boxers as he felt his cock hardening. 'She's your sister,' he silently told it, as he'd had to countless times while they were growing up together. It was an easy thing to forget when she pranced around in her underwear or just a towel after bathing. She always seemed to be wearing low-cut blouses and dresses, shorts or skirts that came up almost to her crotch. Always showing off her shapely legs, her expansive cleavage. It drove him crazy and made him worry about his mental state. What was wrong with him that he could even let himself look? It felt horribly wrong to him and he'd always had trouble accepting it.

"Oh myyyy," she said softly. He looked up at her and saw her eyes tipped down. He followed her gaze and his mouth dropped open as he realized that pushing her off of him had caused his fully erect cock to jut out of the opening in the front of his shorts. There was no hiding his arousal now . . . it was standing up between the siblings like an exclamation point. "I guess I wasn't the only one who enjoyed that hug," she said, teasing him again. She slowly reached for it, and he smacked her hand away, pulling his member awkwardly back into his shorts with his other hand.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he asked, stunned, as he had to smack her hand again. It kept creeping towards his crotch. There was no more anger in his voice, just confusion.

"What do you think I'm doing?" she asked, her voice soft and distracted. "I want to touch it."

"No!" he said, startled. He grabbed her wrist. "That's . . . that's . . . " He didn't know how to finish the sentence. There just weren't words enough in his vocabulary to express the frighteningly confused emotions whirling around him.

"Wrong?" she offered, not looking away from his crotch. He didn't respond. Her other hand slowly made its way to the front of his tented shorts and hovered there. She noted to herself that he hadn't batted her away this time, even though he was still holding her other wrist firmly. "Is it wrong, Anthony?" she asked carefully, slowly slipping her fingers into the opening of his boxers. "I gave this to you, didn't I? And it's not the first one I've given you." She wrapped her fingers around his throbbing erection and gripped it gently, but with purpose. He gasped at the pressure, but made no move to stop her. "I've seen the way you look at me, brother," she continued, voice soft and gentle, loving. "I've noticed the effect my body has on you. I know sometimes you have to go back to your room and . . . relieve the pressure."

His face reddened. He let go of her wrist and her unoccupied hand went to his stubbly cheek, caressing it. She ran her fingers up, along the side of his face to his short blond hair (which was the same natural shade as hers) and her other hand started moving up and down his shaft deliberately as she continued talking. The movement and her words had the desired effect of hypnotizing him so he wouldn't think to stop her.

"I've listened at the door. Always wanted to peek, but never had the nerve." Her voice was low and thoughtful, almost as if she was talking to herself. "And every time I hear you jerking off to the thought of me--because I know it's me you're thinking about--my hand goes into my panties and I have to touch myself. I just . . . can't . . . help it." She licked her full, red lips as she continued stroking him inside his shorts. "The pressure builds up . . . boils over . . . it has to go somewhere, doesn't it?" she asked, meeting his eyes. She was thrilled to see lust in them. She'd dreamed of this for so long. Ever since she was young. He'd been her first fantasy, and the years of teasing had finally broken down his resolve. She'd been afraid he'd never get to this point. She was finally going to get what she wanted. What she'd always wanted.

He couldn't answer her question, but let out a little tortured moan. She took this as encouragement and picked up the pace of her stroking hand. She was enjoying this . . . the feel of his cock, seeing the pleasure written clearly on his face, but she wanted more. She didn't want him to come from her hand alone. Without stopping her hand's tempo, she started leaning down to his lap. She was afraid to move too fast, scared the shock would jolt him to his senses and he'd stop her, but the urge to take him in her mouth was too strong to deny, so she decided she'd have to take the chance.

Once she was in position, she smoothly pulled him through the opening in his shorts and at the same time, dived onto his cock with her mouth, sliding the whole length in at once with no warning.

"Ah!" he cried out, his hands automatically going to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her long, wavy blonde hair.

She'd already been wet, but the feel of his cock and fingers, the unbidden sound he'd made . . . all these things made her positively flow. "Mmm," she murmured, the sound creating vibrations that ran straight through him. She bobbed up and down, swirling her tongue on his shaft, coating it with warm saliva. Her clit throbbed, aching for touch, but that would have to wait. She wanted to focus on pleasing him first.

"Ah! Ah!" he repeated, his hips starting to buck. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his erection to keep his fervent thrusts from moving him out of her mouth. She could tell he was close already, so she bobbed faster. After only a few more movements, she felt him hardening more. His thrusts became frantic and it was all she could do to keep him inside her mouth. He was doing all the work now . . . helplessly fucking his sister's face. She had to stop moving as she felt him spurting into her. His fingers gripped her hair tighter and he moaned, long and deep. Jaime's mouth filled with his cum and she swallowed quickly. With each spasm there was more, and she could feel a stream of it leaking from the corner of her mouth. He bucked a few more times and then was still, panting and letting out soft, contented moans.

Jaime sucked on his softening penis a little more, making sure she'd gotten all his seed. Once satisfied, she let him fall from her mouth and sat up, wiping the escaped rivulet of cum from the corner of her mouth and licking it from her finger. She looked at Anthony and smiled, seeing he'd rested his head against the back of the couch. His eyes were shut and his mouth slightly open. He was still panting. Seeing her beloved brother in that state was an indescribable amalgam of emotions. She felt ecstatically happy, proud, grateful, and a little guilty that she'd pressured him. Above all of it though, she felt more aroused than she could ever remember feeling in her life. She needed to fuck him. She could sort out the feelings later.

Still moving slowly, afraid of spooking him, she drew in close to him, taking his face in her hands and gently pulling it up to hers. His eyes opened in shock as she pressed her lips against his. The kiss started off sweet, and after a few moments he kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her. It felt strange to her, kissing him like this. She'd only ever kissed him on the cheek before, and even that only because it made him blush, which amused her. This was completely different. Much more intimate in a way that sucking his cock hadn't been.

Remembering the feeling of making him come in her mouth turned her on even more. Fresh wetness seeped out of her and the kiss intensified. He kept up with her, and to her delight, she felt his tongue slips between her lips.

Her movements awkward due to the kiss, she slid her arms from the straps of her dress, pulling it down to expose her bare breasts. Once this was accomplished, she took his right hand and placed it on her left breast. He gasped, the sound muffled by her mouth. He immediately clutched onto her, also grabbing the right one with his other hand. His hands were hungry as they ran over her tits. She was driving her normally reserved button-down brother over the edge. She decided that this was what was exciting her the most. Seeing this side of him, the primal, out of control side that she'd only had hints of as she listened outside his door, imagining what he must look like with his cock in his hand, furiously pumping to thoughts of his own little sister.

She was over the edge herself, between the kiss, the feel of his hands and the promise of the deliciously forbidden act they were about to engage in . . . that they had already started. She could feel her inner thighs slick with her wetness and her cunt was aching to be filled. She knew it had to be now . . . before the spell was broken and he came back to his senses. The guilt would probably make him stop. She couldn't bear the thought of that.

Not breaking the kiss or interrupting his voracious fondling, she shimmied her dress up over her hips so it pooled around her waist. Earlier, while at her friend's house, she'd stuffed her soaked panties into her purse, and she was grateful or this. It would have been hard to remove them at this point.

Once her lower half was bared, she straddled him, grabbing his again-hard cock, and pointed it at her sopping cunt. He realized what she was doing and stopped kissing her. "J-- Jaime?" he murmured.

"Shh," she said, quickly positioning him and making his rod sink smoothly into her wet cunt. "Ahhh," she breathed, wrapping her arms around his neck and settling into his lap. Her eyes had fluttered shut from the sensation of the entry, and when she opened them, Anthony was looking right into her eyes. She could see mingled lust and confusion there. She locked gazes with him and started moving, up and down, back and forth, wanting to caress every inch of his cock with her slick insides. The feeling was heavenly, the look in his eyes intense . . . the small whimpers he was making, the feel of his hands as they gripped her waist . . . it was almost too much for her to bear. She could feel her orgasm building up and could tell it was going to be enormous.

"Oh god, Anthony," she moaned softly, unable to look away from him. The love and lust she saw in his eyes were clear. This wasn't just sex. This was a new expression of their feelings for each other. Wrong or right, she couldn't stop. She had to keep going, no matter the cost.

"Oh Jaime," he groaned, finally able to find his voice, even though he wasn't conscious that he was even speaking. "This feels so good. I love you so much."

Hearing the words and the passion behind them finally pushed her over the edge. She clung to him as tightly as she could, crying out in pleasure, her cavern gripping him spasmodically as she exploded into what had to be the most incredible orgasm of her life. The fluids gushed out of her with an audible sound, filling the air with her lovely musk.

"Ahh! Jaime!" he cried, shocked as her contractions forced him into his second orgasm. He held on tight to her waist as his cock throbbed, firing his cum deep into her where it mingled with her own. After what seemed like several minutes, their orgasms died and they lie still on the couch, unmoving, nestled into each other's arms, still clinging desperately to each other.

Jaime was the first to recover. She released him from her arms and pulled back to look at him. She wanted to know what he was feeling, if he regretted what they'd done. He was still buried in her, amazingly still hard after all they'd done.

He opened his eyes and they regarded each other silently for a moment, neither of them sure what to say. Jaime tried first. "Um. I . . . " He stopped her from continuing with a deep, long kiss. His fingers ran through her hair, down over her shoulders and arms, to her huge, soft breasts. As he caressed her, it became clear to them both that they weren't done yet, and the time for sweetness was past. They had years of pent up desires to work through.

He moved her off of him, and she laid down on the couch, stretching out and spreading her legs for him. As soon as she was in position, he mounted her, driving his throbbing cock into her, all the way to the base.

"Ohh shit!" Jaime screamed, digging her nails into his shoulders, dragging them down, clawing at him as he made her come just from the force of his reentry. He slammed into her, pistoning and she climaxed over and over, her sounds becoming garbled and incoherent from the tempo. Her copious wetness created a smacking sound with every one of his inward thrusts.

He was grunting with each thrust, completely lost in the sensation. He couldn't focus on any rational thought-- he'd never felt this way before, never lost control so completely in his life. It scared him, but deeper than the fear, he knew it was what he wanted. What he'd always wanted. He wanted to fuck her until she couldn't take it anymore. This was the only way he could possibly express the overwhelming lust she'd been instilling in him for years. It had gone beyond questions of morality, of wrong or right . . . it had become necessity. He wasn't questioning anymore, he was just his need.

His cock ached painfully and he was exhausted, but he couldn't stop. He had to keep going until he reached the end. After several minutes he got there, reaching and diving over the plateau, still thrusting until his cock gave its last spasm and he was fully spent. He collapsed onto her, his chest hitching as he gasped his breath back. His heart thudded against her. She could feel it on her breasts.

"Ahhhh," she sighed, running her hands idly up and down his upper back, caressing him and smiling sweetly up at the ceiling. She wasn't thinking, just feeling. His face was buried in her neck, his breath hot against her skin.

After a while, he recovered to the point where he was able to raise off her enough to look at her. "Jaime?" he said, almost too low to hear.

She put her finger on his lips, smiling at him. "No. Don't say anything. We can talk about this later."

He nodded, his brow furrowing in thoughts he couldn't hang onto. That would be best . . . they had plenty of time to figure out where this night had taken them. For right now all he wanted was to lie down, and to fall asleep with his beautiful sister in his arms. He stood, offering Jaime his hand. He helped her up and led her to his bedroom.

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Author's note: Just messing around on this one, exploring a topic I've long found intriguing. I like trying out new styles and playing with established characters. Thank you to everyone who left me feedback on my previous stories, both publicly and privately. Let me know what you think of this one. And if you like it, check out Finger Trap, which this story is sort of a sequel to.