No Force of Nature Ch. 01

"Mmm." Oh shit, another sound. " Don't stop."

Sweat formed on Liam's brow as he looked up to his sister. She wore lace bikini bottom panties, deep red lace panties that her right hand was now moving steadily towards. Liam's penis hardened quicker than it ever had before, he watched with baited breath as her hand moved beneath the lace material. If he squinted he could have sworn he saw a streak of wetness forming at the peak of the triangle.

'Do women actually jerk off during their sleep? Not possible.' But Liam found himself acceding that his sister was indeed a freak of nature as her sleeping form slipped two fingers deep inside herself. He unbuttoned his own jeans and pushed his boxers down along with them. He stepped closer to the bed and knelt next to it, his head right by her panties so he could watch the steady pumping beneath the Lacey fabric. Another moan rented through the room, this one slightly louder. He hoped his aunt and uncle were firmly asleep at this point...Mags had been known to have nightmares after the attack and her aunt had been known to barge in to wake her up. Barging in on her niece masturbating in her sleep and her nephew masturbating to his own sister masturbating...well that would be a scene he wished to avoid. Unfortunately, the vision laying before him was too much to ignore.

He began to pump his cock to the rhythm his sister had begun. Slow and steady, moans puncturing the silence every moment or so. At one point he became fed up with just the view of the lace and her hand moving under it. He had gone this far, why not take it further?

Liam stood and gently placed his fingers underneath the edges of her panties. He begun to pull hoping his sister, in her dream would take the bait. She did, her ass lifted off the bed allowing him to remove the underwear winging trouble, revealing her hot dripping cunt to him.

Liam stood for a moment appreciating the wet, pink lips his sister possessed. Her legs, now free of restraint, opened wide, giving herself full access to insert yet another finger inside. Liam stayed standing this time but pumped his dick even harder, precum flowing freely. He tried not to moan as Margaret's other hand moved to her clit and began to circle it with her middle finger. Her pelvis rose in the air as she fucked herself harder. Liam felt his balls tense and he dove for a tissue on the desk near his old bed. His cum spurted into the tissue, he looked up at Maggie and saw her mouth open in a silent moan, thank God for small favors, and her pelvis high in the air. After her finished cuming, he moved slowly to the edge of the bed and looked down at his beautiful sister. Her post orgasm expression was a small smile, teeth biting her lower lip. He could see her pussy straight on from this angle, her three fingers still pumped slowly inside herself as she rode the orgasm to it's finish line. When she pulled her fingers out, Liam did something he never thought he would have the balls to do. The smell and glisten of her cunt was too much of a temptation to resist. He jumped to the side of the bed and dipped a singular finger into her pussy, a small gasp escaped her lips as he held it there...not daring to move in case she wake up.

After assuring himself she was still asleep he extracted the finger from her soaking wet cunt and brought the finger to his lips. How he had dreamed of doing this for years, tasting and smelling what he knew would be sweet and exotic. His tongue lapped up the juices from her orgasm that now coated his finger. She definitely was sweet but there was a perfect tangy musk that accompanied the sweetness.

Liam felt his erection begin to return and knew it was time to make his getaway. He grabbed his clothes from the floor and disposed of the cum filled tissue. After removing his tooth brush and other toiletries from his duffel bag he took one look at his glorious sister, scarcely allowing himself to believe what had just transpired and went to go sleep in her room.

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As the door shut closed, Margaret sat up in bed with a gasp. She clutched her heart and placed one hand over her pussy trying desperately to rationalize what had just happened. It had started out as a game, she thought it would have been fun to send him running thinking she was about to fuck herself. What she hadn't expected was for him to want to watch, not only watch but moderately participate.

She had kept her eyes barely open to a slit to watch for his reaction. What she had seen, the unbuttoning of his jeans, the release of his large hard cock as it sprung from its tented prison. All of it, the hard muscled cut of his thighs and the look of pure joy as he watched her, just made her want to keep fucking herself. She wasn't actually wet before, but seeing her brother half nude made her want to cum more than anything she'd seen before. It felt so natural and dirty all at the same time.

Then the moment he inserted his singular finger inside of her post orgasm cunt well, it was all she could do not to beg him to take her then and there.

'Liam' she thought as a grin swept her face. 'Liam...It turns out I have a plan after all, dear brother...my dear, beautiful, sexy brother'. Originally her plan had been to make him want to stay forever...the original plan was now moderately adjusted.

Margaret flopped back down on her bed, 'plan to commence tomorrow morning at breakfast.' She looked at the clock and saw it was 6AM; maybe it can start at lunch...a late lunch.

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The next morning, or rather early in the afternoon, Liam sat at the kitchen island slowly sipping his coffee. His stomach was growling something fierce and his head felt as though he had pounded as many beers as his Uncle had the previous night. Liam's problem however was not a hangover, just lack of sleep and the unrelenting images of his sister pants-less and in the throes of her orgasm.

"Ugh. Stop, stop, stop." He lay is forehead on the cool marble counter top and breathed in the scent of a Lysol wiped surface. Upon hearing the sound of swinging doors creak open he closed his eyes, attempting to clear his mind before he faced her.

"If I didn't know any better I would think you were hung-over." Margaret observed, heading over to the fridge and removing eggs and milk. She then took a mug from the cabinet and placed it in front of her brother. "Pour me some coffee while I graciously make you breakfast, OK?"

Liam smiled and dragged the coffee mug over to the pot. "Don't you mean brunch? What took you so long to get down here, anyway? Can't you see that I'm starving?"

"Ha, yes and I can also see that you are a grown man fully capable of making your own meals...still too lazy to do it yourself I see. What the hell do you do for food in Alaska?" Maggie continued to fish out, bacon along with flour, oil, baking soda and vanilla extract. "I guess there's always cereal." She said with a sigh

"Oh, you're making your pancakes...did I ever tell you I love -- your pancakes?" He brought the coffee over to the stove and placed it beneath her nose.

"Mmm, you put the French vanilla creamer in it." She took the coffee taking a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent. "You remember that I like this?"

"I remember you like the fat-free kind...but this was all that was in the fridge." He sat back down and watched her for a moment as she drank the coffee. She had clearly changed from last night. She wore a pair of grey sweatpants with a black fitted t-shirt. Her long, curly hair was pulled up in a careless bun on top of her head, the very essence of comfort. Of course to Liam, it looked the picture of sensuality.

They didn't talk as she fluttered about the kitchen, arranging the stove to suit her needs. The griddle on the left, bacon in the frying pan on the right. She shoved the pancake mixture over to Liam and indicated that he should stir; he started to look around for a utensil until a whisk was chucked at his head.

"Thanks." He laughed, marveling at her aim. She shrugged, her back to him.

Once the mixture was done, Liam brought it over and proceeded to actually poor and cook the pancakes. While Maggie had been incorrect in assuming he could not cook, she was correct in her observation of him being too lazy. If all the prep work was done he had no problem in executing the final steps.

Once the food was done, they both sat down at the kitchen island and ate in silence. Liam couldn't help but notice her eyes continuously flicking up to him. He complemented her on the bacon and they resumed their silence. His mind kept flashing on her being naked, it was as if he had x-ray vision and the sweatpants and black t-shirt was no longer an obstacle.

"We should shovel today, with your appetite as vivacious as it is we aren't going to have much food left for long."

"What does shoveling have to do with my appetite?" Liam asked, forcing two whole pancakes inside his mouth. Margaret's eyebrows lifted, eyeing the empty plate in front of him.

"Because you are going to eat all the food and we won't be able to pull out of the driveway with all the snow."

"It's not that much snow." Liam whined with a glint in his eyes, baiting his sister.

"Stop being so lazy! How did you survive in Alaska?" She shook her head and grabbed the plates from the table, rinsing them off and loading them into the dishwasher. Liam gulped down the rest of his coffee and stood to go get dressed and ready for shoveling, knowing full well that any amount of complaining wouldn't deter his sister from putting a shovel in his hand and heaving him out the front door. But before he left, the sight of Maggie peaking over her shoulder to look at him allowed that same spark of courage to ignite within him as it did last night. He jumped over to his sister and gave her a kiss on the cheek. It wasn't a brotherly peck but it wasn't long and lingering either, it was just enough to give a hint to something more. He ran out the door without another word.

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Maggie watched from the porch as her brother shoveled and salted the driveway, scraping off the cars and clearing the walkway up to the door. She clutched the thermos of coffee she had poured, expecting to waltz out and hand it to him, maybe getting another one of those kisses. Her cheek still felt like a stove full of hot coals against the cold.

Liam's body was obscured by the full shape of the winter wear he had donned to shovel, but she knew underneath the coat was a lithe and lean body full of life.

Her hands were beginning to numb from the cold, she went to look down to see if they had gotten raw. Her left hand was secured around the thermos, her right...rubbing her belly in the compulsive manor she had taken on since she was 18. She clenched her eyes shut in disgust, trying to erase the memories. When she opened them she nearly shrieked, her brother was not two feet away from her, staring her down with that sympathetic look in his eyes.

"I brought you coffee." Maggie said shoving the thermos into his hands. He didn't say anything, just kept looking at her. "Stop it, Liam...I'm fine." She turned and walked back into the house.

"You're not fine. You were doing the same thing just now that you did last night." She ignored him and kept walking to the kitchen, he followed relentless. "It's been four years, Mags, how are you still..."

"How am I what?" she turned around, furiously "Mourning the death of a baby I never wanted? Or maybe mourning the loss of the children I'll never be able to have because of what that monster-" she pointed to the garage where her father's car lay in hibernation.

Liam sighed as he saw the tears form in her eyes. He took his jacket off and pulled her into an embrace. Her body tensed against his chest, not knowing the safest course of action. She felt ashamed for letting her emotions get the better of her so quickly. The pain was always there however, hovering beneath the surface. What better place was there to break down than in the arms of someone she loved? A sob wrenched from her chest and she clutched Liam like the last lifeline he was.

"I-I see it every day. I hear his voice, constantly following me." She looked up at Liam and the concerned look in his face stopped her heart. "Please Liam, I'm fine. Don't send me-"

"I'm not allowing you to go anywhere. No one is sending you anywhere." He petted her hair and wiped the tears away from her cheeks followed by a light kiss on the forehead. "I'm so sorry for leaving Mags...I can't help but think if I'd been here...they wouldn't have..." he laid his head against hers, holding her close again. "It's my fault Maggie, if I hadn't run away so much I would've seen what he was doing. I just -- I couldn't stay in this house..."

"Why?" she asked, always perturbed by this. "You were never here, I mean -- I understand but..." she shrugged and rested her head against his chest, sniffling lightly. "It always seemed to be when I was home..."

"Oh, no you weren't the reason I kept-" he stopped, seeing the look on her face as she gazed back up at him. She knew better than to believe the lie, they loved each other, she had no doubt about that but...later in life, towards the time of her attack, he became skittish around her...almost scared of her.

Maggie looked up at Liam, knowing full well what he had done last night, how he had touched her...and how it had made her feel. Last night he made her body feel alive, today he made her heart that much warmer than it had been since the day he left. She lifted herself up on her tiptoes and clutched his shirt to steady her balance.

Her heart pounded but she knew, to move forward she had to be the one to make this move. Liam just stared at her, not knowing what do, frozen. When her lips finally met his, it was with a sweet sigh of relief. The pent up frustration and anger left both their bodies, Liam's hands clutched her arms just that much tighter.

Margaret dared to open her mouth just a fraction of an inch, inviting Liam to make the next move. They stood in a stasis for half a second until Liam, letting go of all inhibitions, took the plunge.

His arms wrapped around her waist and with a fierce push backed her up against the kitchen counter. His tongue explored her mouth as her soft lips pushed against his, her hands wrapping in his soft curls and trailing down to his neck. A soft moan escaped her lips as his hands slipped beneath her shirt; the hands began to trail their way up to her plump breasts when they touched a bump, no, a scar. A small scar the size of a dime...

He stopped his kisses, retracted his tongue and looked down at her. Her face was flushed and her eyes full of spark. Her breathe came in rapid gasps and there was a small smile that peaked at the corners of her mouth.

"Mags..." his hand continued to brush against the scar on her stomach. The scar their father had given the both of them as children...it was a brand.

"Don't stop, Liam." She whispered, putting her hands on the counter and lifting herself up to sit on it. He just stood and stared, not knowing what to do with himself. For years he'd had this inner battle to deal with and now the resolution just falls into his lap? Nothing was ever that simple. Liam shook his head and moved away from Maggie. She frowned and reached out for him.

"Don't run, please Liam. I promise it's OK." But a war you have been waging within yourself does not get resolved with one heated kiss. So per his usual repertoire, he grabbed the keys to his jeep off the hook and took off.

Leaving Margaret sitting on the counter, alone.

"Well, shit."

To Be Continued...