The Trouble With Tess Pt. 02

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Welcome back to more of Matt and Tess.

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***

Matt was still tipsy when he got home, even though it had been a while since his last drink. The night out had been fun, an escape from the house he'd needed, even if his friends had disappeared at one point during the night. Meeting up with an old pseudo-flame Kate had been a highlight though. During the drunken chats with her, they wandered through the discourse of whether that had been purposefully done to leave them alone together or whether they'd just forgotten in their own drunken state. Taking the high ground, they'd decided their friends were just idiots rather than sneaky and then carried on with their night together.

And what a night it had been. A whirlwind of conflicting emotions and desires that still had him doubting whether he'd made the wrong choice.

Kate had been wonderful, brilliant, and beautiful. She'd swept him up with old familiarity and before long they'd nestled into a once-again-renewed intimacy. Shared looks of desire, prolonged and frequent touches, inside jokes, and whispered secrets. He knew he should've jumped at the chance to be with Kate again.

But all the while, a part of him had been screaming that this wasn't what he really wanted. That he was ignoring his true desires for something that was more acceptable. That he was just trying to escape the fact that he wanted Tess.

So when Kate pressed her body to his, her warmth and soft touch calling to him, and asked him if he wanted to come home with her. He had turned her down. Playing the card that he was far too drunk, that they should try this again sober, he had politely declined.

He'd seen the confusion in her eyes; they'd had a good night, she was sure he was attracted to her, and he was. She didn't understand why he was saying no.

But he couldn't explain to her that she simply wasn't Tess. That he had too many doubts. That he wasn't sure if he was going to stay, that his sister had entranced him in a way that he couldn't escape. That saying yes would only hurt them both in the end.

So in the end, he'd broken the embrace, said his farewells, promised to catch up again soon, and hopped onto the next train home.

Stumbling up the steps and fumbling with the keys, Matt grabbed onto the wall to steady himself while he tried to open the door. He cursed himself for drinking too much and for thinking of what couldn't be changed instead of focusing on getting inside.

Gingerly pushing the door open, he cocked his head and listened for Tess. It was quite late and he didn't want to wake her if she was asleep. He couldn't hear anything but there was a dim light coming from down the hall. Shuffling inside, he closed the door again as quietly as he could manage before heading to the kitchen.

Water and ibuprofen were on the menu for when he woke up in the morning with the inevitable hangover.

Grimacing at the pile of cans that littered the benchtop, Matt now knew his sister had definitely come home. How often was she drinking this much?

Something for him to ask her when it wouldn't sound quite so hypocritical given his current state.

Pouring himself a glass of water, Matt froze when he heard an echo emerge from the hallway. His eyes went wide and he turned towards the path to the bedrooms in disbelief. That had very much been a cry of pleasure.

"No way," he muttered to himself.

Another moan made it to his ears, and Matt knew he'd been right.

His sister was getting herself off just down the hall. The thought had him hard almost instantly. Tess, naked and wanton, appearing in his mind's eye.

Without conscious thought, Matt followed the sound, leaving the kitchen, his water, and tablets behind without a care. Tess's cries a siren song he couldn't possibly resist. As he made his way along, edging closer to the source of his fantasies, his sluggish mind finally realised what he was doing.

For a moment guilt paralyzed him. He shouldn't spy on her. It was another layer of wrong onto what was already a perverted desire.

Then he realised something else.

Tess was in his room.

The dim light he had seen when he entered the house was the light from his room.

The realisation galvanised him. The momentary guilt forgotten, pushed aside by his sister's own invasion of privacy. Matt strode for the doorway, intent on confronting his sister.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuuuuck! Maaaaatt!"

Tess's cries of orgasm exploded from her just as Matt entered the doorway, his sister oblivious to his appearance. He couldn't believe his ears or the sight before him. It was as if a goddess had fallen to earth and landed in his bed and she'd called his name.

Tess was almost naked, stretched out on his bed. Nearly every inch of her perfect tanned skin on display before his hungry gaze. Her blonde hair a messy halo framing her face, her eyes closed in ecstasy as she shuddered through her orgasm. Hard, small, brown nipples capped her heaving tits, and he could see the faintest definition of her abs as she writhed in front of him.

What truly captured him though, was her hand. One was gripping his bedspread in a white knuckle grip, the other hidden beneath a simple layer of fabric, slim fingers dancing across her clit as Tess played herself like a fiddle.

He couldn't speak. He was frozen as he watched her cum in front of him. Deep down he knew then and there that it wouldn't be the last time. This had sealed his fate. Any qualms he had felt, any arguments he could make to himself about how wrong it was. They would always be crushed by the image of her beautiful face in the throes of pleasure as she called out his name.

Finally sated, that was when Tess noticed he'd arrived.

"Matt, I..." Tess tried to say as she bolted upright, an arm covering her exposed chest from his view.

"Tess, what the fuck?" he interrupted.

"I...I...I..." Tess stuttered, pure terror and shame robbing her of speech.

She bolted. Flinging herself from the bed towards the door. Matt had to dodge backwards out of her way as she barreled right at him.

Tess went straight for her room, moving the length of the hall in seconds and slamming the door shut behind her with an impressive bang.

"Tess!" Matt called after her while he steadied himself.

His sister didn't reply. Only a deafening silence answered.

What the hell was he meant to do now?

With a heavy sigh Matt moved towards his sister's door. Gingerly he knocked on it.

"Tess?" He tried and waited for an answer.

When none came he tried again.

"Tess, c'mon."

Silence greeted him again. Matt sighed again and leant against the wall next to the door.

"Tess, I'm sorry, I should've yelled out I was home."

She was the one in his room. He hadn't meant to see his sister like that, and he sure as hell hadn't meant to hear her yell his name of all things when she came. Yet here he was doing the apologizing. Even to his cloudy thoughts that didn't feel particularly fair.

"Tess, we're both drunk, we've both had a good night it seems, so let's just pretend this didn't happen and move on ok?" he tried again in exasperation.

Silence.

"Fine, have it your way, we'll talk in the morning," he said finally.

"Ok."

The one word was all he got. His sister finally acknowledging him.

Pushing himself off the wall, Matt walked back to his room shaking his head and wondering what the hell was wrong with his sister.

"Find out in the morning I guess," he said to himself.

Entering his room, Matt shut the door and finally let himself relax again. His heart was pounding. Whether from shock or the sight of his sister's naked body, he really couldn't tell. He kept telling himself he wanted it to be the former.

Reaching his bed, he sat on the edge and pulled his laptop to him. His sister had never been a snoop before; it had never occurred to him that he'd need a password on his stuff for her. What had she been watching?

Spinning the screen around so he could see it, Matt felt his already drumming heart beat faster. He recognized the video immediately.

It was his favorite of his new collection of incest themed videos. The strong, beautiful, confident, blonde older sister coming home to shed her outwardly imperious manner and revel in the demands of her 'brother'.

"Holy fuck," Matt whispered to himself.

Did this mean Tess had the same fantasies he did? Did she also dream of her submission? And to him?

The thought did the impossible and made him harder than he had been all week. This is what Tess had been watching. This is what she had been cumming to and calling his name.

Matt reset the video.

The blonde was back in her office arguing with a man.

Matt couldn't resist. All he saw in his mind's eye was Tess. He stripped off and laid back where his sister had been only minutes before and gripped his cock. There was no time for questions of right and wrong this time. His dick and his mind demanded satisfaction.

***

Tess, slowly, carefully opened her door. Every one of her senses strained for any sign that her brother was still up and about. The burning embarrassment she had felt at being caught by Matt at the worst possible point had faded and now a new fire had been lit. A thrill at having been discovered. That her brother knew her desires. He hadn't sounded mad when he was at her door. The closest he had gotten was when he demanded they talk in the morning. That she had been powerless to resist, the authority in his voice creating a small aftershock in her still sensitive body.

But she couldn't help but wonder how he would react. What did he really think? She had to know.

Once she was certain the coast was clear, Tess crept back into the hall. A light robe now covering her bare skin, she started sneaking closer to Matt's door. she kept her head on a swivel, listening for the slightest sound that he had heard her emerge. Reaching his door, she pressed an ear against it.

For a moment she heard nothing.

Then she heard the moaning. The familiar sound of a blonde she now knew quite well.

"Fuuuck Tesss."

Tess's eyes widened at the clearly-heard words. Matt was moaning her name. He was thinking of her while he watched the video.

Did he want to claim her like the video? Did he want to see her on her knees worshipping his cock?

The unspoken questions made her quiver. She could feel her arousal spiking with them. Did Matt have the same desires she did?

She had to see. She had to know.

Crouching down, Tess got on her knees and gingerly grabbed hold of the door handle. Had he locked the door?

She prayed he hadn't. She wanted to see.

As quietly and as slowly as she could, Tess opened the door. Her perverted prayer was answered when the door swung quietly open just a crack.

Tess had to bite her lip not to gasp when her brother came into view. He was spread out on his bed, his shirt off and for the first time she could really appreciate how much fitter he was than when he left. They weren't huge but Matt now had clearly defined muscles. She couldn't help but wonder if they'd be strong enough to hold her down.

Then she saw his dick. Her brother's cock. His hand was covering most of it as he dragged it back and forth at an ever-increasing speed, but enough of it was showing outside of his fist that she could tell her brother was well hung. It shouldn't have excited her, shouldn't have made her want to touch it, to taste it. To have it inside her. It was wrong, perverse, and so against everything else that she tried to maintain as her perfect-appearing life.

"Fuuuck," Matt groaned again and Tess flinched back at the sound.

When she realised it was just Matt voicing his pleasure again, she pressed back up against the gap, watching her brother stroke himself with rapt attention. She wanted to see him cum, wanted to hear him moan her name as he did.

She couldn't tell exactly how far through the video her brother was, but she could guess. The blonde was moaning and begging, asking for relief from her master's slow teasing. Tess slid a hand down her body.

Inching it inside her robe, she found her pussy. It was still slick from her previous orgasm, and she easily slid a pair of fingers through her folds. Starting off with slow, almost lazy circles, Tess couldn't help but shudder as the pleasure went up her spine.

She could see the scene in her mind, the memory still fresh. The 'brother' behind his slave, his mouth on her pussy. Teasing her, tasting her with long, slow, languid licks before he'd pull back and slowly work his fingers inside her. Enough to make her want more, but never enough to tip her over the edge.

Tess stifled a moan as her own fingers sped up, unconsciously matching her brother's speed as she watched him stroke his cock. Every memory of the scene replaced with an image of her and Matt. She wanted that to be her. Needed that to be her, and Matt her master.

"Oh fuck, fuuuck, Tesss," Matt hissed and Tess sped up again.

Matt was getting close, she could sense it, and she wanted to cum with her brother. Wanted to share the illicit, forbidden desires they hadn't been able to voice. That the other wasn't meant to know.

Matt started stroking faster, his hand sliding up and down his shaft as Tess watched. She matched him, her fingers moving to her clit as she chased her own orgasm again. Clapping a hand over her own mouth, Tess stifled the moans struggling to escape her body as she pleasured herself. She was so close. Silently she willed Matt to hurry. Cum. Cum for her and she could do the same.

Her brother's eyes were locked on his screen. His breathing was getting heavier.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Tesssss!" Matt chanted in front of her.

Then with a grunt it started. White ropes erupted from his cock, thick streams of his cum coating his hand and belly as he stroked himself to her name.

"Mmmmfph!" Tess moaned into her own hand. Stifling her cry as best she could as the erotic tables before her pushed her over the edge.

Matt was cumming. She was cumming. Tess didn't want to stop. Didn't want it to end.

It was one of the best orgasms of her life. From head spinning euphoria to toe curling ecstasy and everything in between. It crashed into Tess like a truck, and she fell down as her knees collapsed, unable to hold her quaking body upright any longer.

She stayed there in the doorway. Listening to her brother's heavy breathing, unable to move as small rippling aftershocks made her body quiver. When Matt finally started to move around, she forced herself to do the same. Carefully she closed the door, her eyes never leaving Matt until he was hidden from view. Then she shifted and leant against the wall beside it.

She was exultant. She'd done it. She'd climaxed at the same time as Matt. The sight of him cumming, the way he moaned her name. Tess wanted more of it. Somehow she had to make this a reality. Part of her wanted to barge in on her brother and demand satisfaction right there and then. The less drunk and horny parts of her said that that was probably a terrible idea. It was only after the shock of seeing her and her leaving that he'd indulged himself. He wasn't as nearly as confident about breaking the taboo of being with a sibling as she was.

Using the wall to help herself up, Tess stood and listened again for a moment. There was nothing to say that Matt had discovered her, but she wanted to be sure. Happy that he hadn't, Tess slunk back to her room, her mind spinning with possibilities.

***

Matt was up even earlier than usual the next morning. Even after jerking off to thoughts of Tess, his body hadn't wanted to rest. Instead, inner turmoil had raised its ugly head. Arguments and counter-arguments about guilt, morals, and whether he was simply sick in the head had chased themselves around the inside of his skull for hours. Then when he did finally sleep, it was fitful: visions of Tess in all her glory stalking him through his dreams.

So when he woke for the upteenth time, he'd just given up and gotten up.

Feeling worse for wear after the night he'd had, he'd decided some further self-flagellation was in order and got dressed as silently as he could, and slipped out the door to run.

Now it was twenty minutes later and he was regretting even more of his life choices rather than just the ones of the night before. Everything hurt, and he was one bad smell away from being very publicly and messily sick. It was with great relief that he dragged himself to his usual spot on the bench outside the cafe. It wasn't even open yet, but it was still the perfect place to stop and rest.

Lowering himself onto the wood with a drawn-out sigh, Matt held his head in his hands and just tried to breathe and relax. A few minutes later, satisfied that he wasn't going to be sick anymore, he raised his head and leant back against the bench.

This had been a terrible idea. Nearly everything he had done since coming home felt like it had been a terrible idea. Sure he'd improved his relationship with his sister, but at the cost of seeing her purely as his sister. Their runs together had been amazing; finding out that there really was a person worth getting to know underneath Tess's oh so perfect exterior had been a blessing. But they'd also made him more and more aware of her body and the desires it was creating within him. Leaving Kate to come home alone had been pure lust driven idiocy.

But it had led to him discovering Tess, all alone and naked, calling out his name. The fact that she could have the same desires-that he wasn't the only one lusting after family-made him feel slightly less of a lecherous pervert.

But this couldn't go on. There had to be some sort of resolution with Tess. He needed there to be one. If that meant moving away again because she was disgusted with him, then so be it. At least she had promised to talk with him this morning. He'd get his answer.

Dragging himself to his feet, and only feeling slightly ill when he did, Matt started the journey back home. At a walk this time.

The walk was better on his head and his stomach, but it did take a lot longer. The sun was up well past the point where he usually would've started his run with Tess, but he didn't run into her on the way home. Perhaps she was suffering the effects of a hangover even worse than he was? She had definitely drunk more. He frowned. That was something else he needed to talk with her about. What the hell was going on with her that she'd started binge drinking like that?

Obliviously, Matt was still worrying about Tess when he pulled the door open and stepped back inside the cool house. He hadn't made it ten steps in when he was hit by a Tess-sized wrecking ball of anger and tears. His blonde sister appeared from the hall, barreling into him and almost knocking him to the ground.

"Matt you dick! You wanker! You stupid fucker! You ass!" Tess was sobbing at him, every insult accompanied by a fist as she battered him.

"What the fuuu..Ow! Ow! Ow Tess! Tess, stop hitting me! Tess! Ouch!" Matt cried and tried to disentangle himself.

"You asshole! What the fuck were you thinking?"

"Tess! What? What did I do?"

A brief panic set in that she was mad at him for his porn choices or that she'd heard him last night. Illogical as that was. But it was shattered and his heart broke when Tess answered.

"I thought you ran away! I thought you'd left me again!" She cried into his shoulder.