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We're Screwed

By: frozenhero1



Madison silently cursed herself for deciding to live at home during her freshman year of college instead of the university dorms. When Madison made the decision it was because she didn't want to risk getting stuck with a roommate she didn't get along with, and to save some money; but when she heard her step-brother through the thin walls of her bedroom she regretted the decision. She had been lying in her bed trying to study when the rhythmic sounds of his masturbation started. She tried to convince herself that it wasn't that big of a deal; Nathan was eighteen years old, a high school senior, and all boys his age spent half their days beating off. But when Madison started hearing his aroused moans seep through the wall she got fed up. How was she supposed to get any studying done while listening to her brother grunting like some horny monkey?

Exhaling an irritated breath Madison crawled off her bed and moved for the hallway. Nathan's bedroom door was right next to hers, on the second floor of their parent's split-level suburban home, and she intended to let him know that she could hear everything he was doing. She assumed he locked the door, only meaning to rattle and startle him when she grabbed his bedroom's doorknob, "Nathan! I'm sick of listening to you-"

But when Madison's hand grasped the knob it surprisingly turned and the door opened inwards.

"Madison?!" Nathan yelped, "What are you doing!? Get out of here!"

Madison felt as startled as Nathan looked. She truly didn't mean to invade his privacy in such a manner and had stumbled forward into his room when the door opened. She was treated to the sight of her naked step-brother seated in his swiveling desk chair, erection in hand. Nathan was a tall boy, north of six feet, with short dark hair and his father's bright blue eyes. He had a slender frame with narrow hips; but his arms, legs, and chest carried the compact muscles of youthful athleticism. He was also very tan, Madison noticed, which looked really good on his smooth and hairless body.

Madison started to apologize, "Oh god, Nathan, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to-"

"Get out!" Nathan screamed.

Madison was initially willing to comply and started backing out of the doorway, but she paused when she saw what was on Nathan's laptop computer screen. He had been masturbating to a picture of her lying on her back by their parent's pool wearing a skimpy bikini.

By the angle of the shot Madison guessed Nathan used a digital camera from his bedroom window, "You perv!" she quickly accused.

Nathan saw what Madison was looking at and reached out to snap his laptop screen shut.

But his action came too late. "You're in here jerking off to pictures of me?!" Madison exclaimed. "You're unbelievable, Nathan!"

"I told you to get out!" Nathan yelled as he reached for a towel and covered his mid-section. "Get out of my room!"

"Wait until your dad finds out about this!" Madison warned as she left the room and pulled Nathan's door shut with a slam.

A second slam echoed through the upstairs hallway as Madison returned to her room and locked her door, fuming over what she had witnessed. She flopped back onto her bed and considered how lucky Nathan was that their parents had gone out for dinner. She didn't really intend on telling them about Nathan masturbating, she only said that to scare him, but if they would've heard what just happened Nathan would have had some explaining to do.

Picking her textbook up Madison attempted to study once more, but as she began reading she thought of Nathan naked in his chair with his erect cock in his hand. Madison couldn't help wonder how big it was, as she hadn't gotten a very good look at it. She guessed it was sizable though, by how much was sticking up from his pumping fist. She had always thought Nathan was attractive, ever since her mom married his dad when Madison was sixteen. There was no denying it; many of Madison's friends often told her how hot they thought her step-brother was.

Even though he was her brother and she had never considered him in a sexual light due to the obvious taboos of such a situation, Madison started to feel strangely aroused. He had obviously been fantasizing about her while masturbating, but why would that suddenly excite her? She imagined Nathan having an orgasm while looking at her photo, picturing him in her mind as his semen shot out and decorated his tanned and smooth torso. That fantasy created a twinge between her legs.

"Get a grip," Madison muttered to herself. She closed her textbook, unable to focus on it, and tried not to think of her step-brother. She had a boyfriend, after all

Madison was pulled from her musings when a knock came on her bedroom door. "Go away," she growled.

"I need to talk to you," Nathan's muffled voice came from the other side.

Madison sighed and moved to sit at the edge of her bed, "You're not naked, are you?"

"Of course not," Nathan called. "Please let me in?"

"Do you have your camera?" Madison asked, unable to keep herself from teasing him a little.

"Come on! Please, Maddy...?"

Madison got up, "All right, all right." When she unlocked her door and let Nathan in he was dressed in a pair of sweats and a tee shirt; she almost felt let down that he wasn't still naked.

"You're not really going to tell my dad about this," Nathan walked into Madison's bedroom, "are you?"

"Of course not," Madison replied, returning to the edge of her bed. She and Nathan may have not always gotten along, but after their parents were married the two had adopted an 'us vs. them' policy and generally kept one another's secrets.

"But you kind of freaked me out," Madison added.

"I'm sorry," Nathan sounded sincere as he sat in Madison's desk chair.

"For what, taking pictures of me in my bikini or for jerking off while looking at them?"

Nathan dropped his forehead to a palm, "Both, I guess."

"Jeezus, Nathan."

"Can't we just forget it happened?" Nathan pleaded.

"Yeah right," Madison scoffed. "Like I can just strike it out of my memory. How many pictures of me do you have, by the way?"

Nathan looked slightly sheepish, "Not that many."

Madison's eyes narrowed, "You don't have any of me naked, do you?"

"Of course not," Nathan sighed, less than thrilled at being interrogated by his sister. "God, I can't believe you caught me masturbating, this is so humiliating."

"Whatever, that part doesn't bother me at all. I mean, you're a guy, all guys jerk off. I'd be more worried if you didn't." Madison felt a little sorry for Nathan, hoping to make him feel less embarrassed, "I masturbate too, you know."

Nathan glanced up, surprised by her admission.

Madison noted, "I'm a little more subtle about it..."

Nathan grinned at that, despite the humbling situation he found himself in.

"But why were you looking at pictures of me?" Madison wondered. "Can't you find any pictures of naked girls online to look at, like a normal guy?"

"Yeah, I look at those too-"

Madison lifted her palm, warning Nathan that he was about to give her too much information.

Nathan sighed, still embarrassed, and decided honesty might be his best path. "You're hot, all right?" he blurted out. "Like, seriously hot."

Madison blinked. Nathan's honesty didn't surprise her nearly as much as the fact that she felt so flattered by his words.

"You're a legend at high school," Nathan continued. "All the guys still talk about you, even though you graduated last year."

Madison rolled her eyes and could only imagine the locker room talk, "So you want to have sex with your step-sister, is that it?"

"No, of course not," Nathan scowled. "But you're really sexy, you know? It's just fantasy. A private fantasy you were never supposed to know about."

Madison gave Nathan a sympathetic look. She understood completely what he meant. A person shouldn't be persecuted for their private thoughts in the throes of masturbation; she herself had more than her share of kinky fantasies while indulging in self-pleasure.

"How often do you do it?" Madison asked.

Nathan gave her a quizzical look.

"Jerk off," Madison clarified. "How often do you jerk off?"

"Jeez, Maddy..." Nathan looked embarrassed.

"I'm not going to tell anyone or anything," Madison promised. "I'm just curious."

Nathan lifted a shy shoulder, "Every couple days, sometimes every day."

"How often do you fantasize about me when you do it?"

Nathan looked down to the carpeted floor, reluctant to answer.

"Come on, Nathan," Madison urged. "Just tell me, I promise I won't get mad."

Nathan's voice was barely a murmur, "Lately? Every time."

There was that twinge between her legs, again. Madison could feel it like a tuning fork echoing the sounds of her libido. Why was she so aroused by the idea of Nathan masturbating to her? Was it because he was so attractive? Was it because the idea was so taboo?

Madison inquired, "How many times have you done it today?"

"That was the first time," Nathan replied, still shy towards his step-sister's line of questions.

"You didn't get to finish, did you?"

Nathan gave her an irritated look, "Obviously not."

"Do you want to?" Madison asked in a soft voice.

Nathan misunderstood, rising from the chair, "Stop teasing me, okay? It's embarrassing enough. I'll delete your pictures from my hard drive and-"

"I'm not teasing you," Madison said.

Nathan squinted at her, confused.

Her chest was pounding and Madison could barely believe what she was about to do, but a thrill was buzzing inside her that she had never felt before. Folding her arms, she grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it off over her head.

Nathan hadn't expected that. He stood motionless as Madison cast her shirt to the floor, though she still wore a pair of cozy pink track pants. Her perfectly-sized breasts were contained in a white lacy bra, and the skin over her torso was a golden tan from hours spent in the backyard sunning herself. Madison had the tiniest hint of baby fat at her tummy, which wrinkled in the cutest way due to the way she was sitting on her bed.

"I'm not teasing you," Madison repeated, tossing a hand through her long blonde hair. She thought briefly about her boyfriend but quickly pushed him out of her mind, overcome with Nathan's flattery. "I want you to know that I'm cool with it. Do you want to finish right now?"

Nathan lifted his eyebrows, "You mean right here?"

Madison nodded as she started slipping the track pants down her legs, taking her socks off with them.

Nathan swallowed when he saw Madison's lacy white panties stretched between her slender hips. Her bare legs looked just as fantastic as her torso, tanned and toned to perfection.

"Do I look sexy?" Madison asked.

Nathan nodded stupidly.

"Well don't just stand there," Madison instructed. "Show me."

In a daze of surprise, confusion, and lust, Nathan pushed the hem of his sweatpants down over his thighs. His penis was already hardening at a visible rate, rising from its flaccid state to stand straight up in attention. Madison guessed the thing to be seven and a half, maybe eight inches long when erect. He was circumcised, and Nathan kept his bush of pubic hair neatly trimmed. She thought his cock looked beautiful.

"Do you use lubrication?"

"Hand lotion," Nathan replied quietly.

Madison reached to her bedside nightstand and grabbed a small tube of moisturizer, tossing it to her step-brother. She watched as he squeezed a puddle of it into the center of his palm, "You have a really nice cock."

"Thanks," was all Nathan could think of to say.

"Are you a virgin?"

Nathan shook his head.

Madison smiled, "Who...?"

"Millie," Nathan answered.

"Your ex? I thought she wanted to wait for marriage?"

"That's why we broke up," Nathan explained. "She felt guilty after we did it and blamed me for pressuring her."

"So only once?" Madison asked.

Nathan nodded, reaching down to his erection.

"No other girls?"

Nathan shook his head, grasping his cock.

Madison grew quiet for a moment, mesmerized by the sight of Nathan starting a slow stroking motion. He spread the moisturizer over the entire length of his shaft, until it was good and slick, and then he grabbed it tightly and began slowly pumping his fist up and down.

"What do you think about," Madison whispered, "when you're looking at my pictures?"

Nathan didn't answer her, though he was starting to breathe heavy.

Madison rose from the bed. "It's okay," she assured him. "Is the picture of me in my bikini your favorite?"

"Yeah," Nathan whispered. "Your skin looks so hot in the sun, and you're kind of sweaty. I think about kissing your body; licking my tongue along your thighs."

Madison shivered at the thought. Feeling courageous and aroused, she turned around and took the hem of her panties, pulling them down off her bottom. She stuck her ass towards Nathan and pushed the crack of her butt against his cock. He let go of himself as Madison wiggled her butt against his erection, "Do you think about cumming on me?"

"Yeah," Nathan admitted, growing bold from Madison's actions. He stared down at the small of her back as she rubbed against him. "I usually imagine cumming on your stomach."

Madison rolled her hips, letting Nathan's cock slide against the crack of her ass. Looking over her shoulder, she grew even more excited by the lust-filled expression on her brother's face. "Why my stomach?" she wanted to know.

"Because you have a really sexy tummy."

Madison turned and moved closer, within a whisper of her step-brother, taking his hand. She placed his palm against the mostly-flat contours of her stomach, encouraging him to touch her. His touch felt curious and electric as his hand smoothed over her skin.

"You're so fucking hot, Maddy," Nathan moaned, once more jerking himself off with a swift pace.

Madison placed her hands on Nathan's chest, turned-on by the lurid sounds of her step-brother's lubricated shaft. "You can cum on me if you want to," she whispered, letting him know it was okay, "you can cum on my tummy."

Nathan shuddered and grabbed the side of his sister's torso, squeezing the soft fleshy spot right above her hip. His secret fantasy had suddenly come true and it was more than young Nathan's sensibilities could bear. He wanted the moment to last longer, but his orgasm erupted beyond his control. A stream of milky fluid flew up between the siblings.

Madison gasped, taking a half step back as Nathan started grunting in orgasm. She watched as his cock exploded between them, and then felt every warm spurt afterwards as Nathan took aim at her stomach. It landed upon her in the form of long ropes that stretched from her sternum to the hem of her panties.

Nothing could have prepared Madison for the fire that burned between her legs when she felt Nathan's seed against her skin. She wanted to push a hand down the front of her panties right then and there and start masturbating. Or, even worse, she wanted to get fucked. The image of Nathan mounting her filled Madison's mind, but such a taboo thing brought mixed emotions.

"That felt so good," Nathan gasped, squeezing the last bit of semen out the tip of his cock. "Maddy... that was so awesome."

Madison looked down at herself, at the dollops of cum sliding down the skin of her stomach. She heard the gratitude in Nathan's voice and suddenly worried over the reality of the situation, "What have we done?"

"Huh?"

"This was wrong, Nathan. We shouldn't have done this."

"What do you mean?" Nathan asked, his expression twisting at the sudden turn of Madison's demeanor.

Wiping at her stomach, Madison felt the warm cum stretch between her fingers. Her head spun with a confusing mixture of desire and fear, "It's my fault. I shouldn't... I shouldn't have led you on. Nathan, I'm sorry, you should go. We need to try and forget this whole night happened."

"Did I do something wrong?"

Madison shook her head, "You didn't do anything, but we shouldn't... we should keep this a secret, okay?"

Nathan nodded, wondering what caused the shift in his sister.

"We both need to promise," Madison urged. "Okay? We won't tell anyone."

"Yeah, I won't tell anyone," Nathan promised.

"Okay," Madison nodded. "Okay. I won't tell anyone either."

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"She watched me jerk off," Nathan told his friend the next afternoon.

"What?" Warren didn't believe it. "You're fucking with me."

The two boys stood on the sidelines before football practice, on the school's grassy football field, holding their helmets and waiting for the coach. They were supposed to be stretching, but neither of them was thinking about football after Nathan made his admission. Nathan had been fixated over his encounter with Madison all day and had been dying to tell someone.

"I'm telling you she was into it," Nathan professed. "She let me... you know... finish all over her stomach."

"No fucking way," Warren whispered. Their teammates were loitering all over and both boys spoke in hushed tones so as not to be overheard. "There's no way your hot-ass sister stripped to her underwear and asked you to jerk off for her. Shit like that only happens in pornos, man."

"It's the truth!" Nathan hissed. "But she got all weird about it afterwards, like she felt guilty."

"Of course she got weird about it," Warren surmised, believing the truth in Nathan's tone. "She's a chick. Sex is like chocolate to them, they want it right up until the point they remember it'll make them fat. Plus, she's your sister; that's just wrong, man."

"Step-sister," Nathan reminded him. "And we didn't have sex; she's not going to get pregnant."

"Whatever. I'm pretty sure what you did is illegal in at least three states."

"It is not," Nathan snorted. "Unless they're outlawing masturbation now."

"I hope not," Warren joked. "They'd have to lock me up for life."

Nathan smirked, "Listen, keep this to yourself, all right? The last thing I need is the whole school knowing I hooked up with my sister."

"Step-sister," Warren reminded. "And quit looking so smug, you didn't 'hook up', you only jerked off onto her, remember?"

Nathan slipped his helmet on as he heard one of the coaches blow a whistle, "Whatever. Just keep it a secret, okay?"

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Madison could hear her Statistics teacher droning on at the front of the classroom, but she wasn't listening. She wondered why she even bothered attending, as she wasn't able to pay attention in her previous class either. The only thing she was able to think about was Nathan, and what had happened the previous night. Madison felt terribly conflicted, like her insides were split in half and she was a mixture of two different people.

One part of her had been thrilled like never before. Nathan was a gorgeous guy and exactly her type; she liked the smart athletic types and Nathan had always been blessed with brains as well as athleticism. Watching him masturbate and feeling the results land on her tummy had been extremely arousing. That arousal was amplified by the fact that he was so sweetly and obviously attracted to her. It was like every drop of his warm orgasm was fueled by his desire for her, which was flattering and exciting.

The other part of her worried over all the mistakes she had made. Not only was Nathan her step-brother, but they were living under their parent's roof. Madison could only imagine the expression of horror on her mother's face if she ever found out what happened. But that obvious taboo aside, Madison had a boyfriend she had been seeing for about three months and she felt horribly guilty about cheating on him. While technically she and Nathan didn't have intercourse, or anything close to it, Madison was sure Grant (her boyfriend) wouldn't appreciate her rubbing her ass all over another guy's erect cock.

When class finally came to an end, Madison hastily gathered her things. She decided she should talk with Nathan and make sure nothing like the previous night ever happened again. Nathan got to have his fun and live out his private fantasy, but that was as far as Madison could let it go. Any further sexual or romantic activity between them would be futile and only end in disaster. She could only hope that she hadn't already led Nathan on too far and that he would understand.


We're Screwed Ch. 02



As Joyce carried a stack of plates to the dinner table, preparing to set places for dinner, she glanced into the living room where her daughter was sitting on the couch reading. Madison was wearing a yellow sundress with white floral patterns, her bare legs and feet curled beneath her. She had coiled her long blonde hair into a dance of kinky curls and was wearing an alluring touch of eye-shadow and lipstick.

"Honey, do you have a date with Grant tonight?" Joyce asked, distributing the dinner plates.

Madison looked up from her text book and shook her head, "No, why?"

"You look so pretty," Joyce smiled. "Usually you only do your hair like that when you're going out."

"I guess I just felt like looking nice," Madison lied.

The truth was that Madison had been paying more attention to her appearance because of her step-brother Nathan. Since the pair of them had shared two nights of mutual masturbation, Nathan had grown more and more flirtatious towards her and Madison found that she craved his attentions. She adored the way he looked at her, the desire in his eyes, and wanted more of it. Even when they were just hanging around the house, Madison would wear enticing clothing and style her hair. The sundress she was currently wearing had a short skirt and was low-cut in the chest, revealing plenty of golden skin.

"Dinner is almost ready," Joyce said. "Will you go out and fetch Nathan?"

"Sure," Madison replied, closing her book and uncurling herself from the couch.

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"Don't you ever miss?" Warren asked as he watched Nathan sink another shot. He picked up the basketball and tossed it back to his friend.

Nathan grinned, "I've been shooting hoops in this driveway since I was old enough to dribble."

"So what do you want to do tonight?" Warren asked, standing near the net as Nathan sank another. "Marissa's having a party; her parents are out of town."

"I think I'm going to chill at home tonight," Nathan replied, catching the ball after Warren tossed it back to him.

"What are you talking about, man? It's Saturday night! There are going to be kegs of beer and lots of drunk girls at this party."

"I just don't feel like a party," Nathan lied.

The truth was that Nathan wanted to be with Madison. Ever since they had masturbated together, Madison had become extremely flirtatious with him and Nathan was excited by the game they played. Over a week had gone by since anything sexual had happened, but they had become inseparable. After school they would spend their evenings together studying or watching TV. Madison would even hang out with him when Nathan worked out in the basement, chatting with him as he lifted weights. They traded little touches and seductive glances with one another, each of them enjoying the secret, unspoken courtship that was occurring.

"Oh, I get it." Warren suddenly looked smug, "You want to hang out with your sister tonight."

"Step-sister," Nathan corrected. "And that's not it at all."

"Whatever," Warren smiled widely. "Are you banging her yet?"

"Keep it down," Nathan hissed. "Of course I'm not banging her; nothing is going on between us."

Warren was about to tease his friend some more when Madison appeared from within the garage, padding towards them in bare feet. She looked stunningly beautiful, as always. He couldn't help but stare.

"Hey Maddy," Nathan greeted. He propped the basketball between his wrist and hip, pretending like he and Warren hadn't been talking about her.

"Supper's almost ready," Madison said, admiring Nathan's torso. Why did he always seem to be shirtless?

"Hi Madison," Warren said. "You want to go to a party tonight?"

Madison had been trying to ignore her brother's friend. She knew that Nathan had told Warren about their first encounter and hated the way he looked at her; like she was some kind of slut. She knew that Warren had been harboring a crush over her since they were in high school together. He probably assumed he could score with her.

"A high school party?" Madison asked. "I don't think so."

"Aw, come on," Warren said, "you could be my date." 

Madison leveled a look at Warren. He was shorter than Nathan. His shaggy brown hair was nowhere as crisp as Nathan's tight haircut. He was far bulkier than Nathan, too, a lineman on their high school football team. She didn't like stocky men.

"Keep dreaming," Madison replied, dryly.

"Stop hitting on my sister." Nathan grinned as he walked past Warren towards the garage. "Have fun at the party tonight, I'll call you tomorrow."

"Bye, Maddy," Warren waved.

Madison swatted Nathan's shoulder playfully as the two of them walked back into the house together, "I can't believe you told him about us."

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During supper, Madison and Nathan silently flirted with each other. Subtle glances when their parents weren't looking led to hinting smiles shared only between them. When Madison rose to gather everyone's empty plates, her hand brushed Nathan's shoulder. He felt as though an electric spark had jumped between them. As the two teens stood together in the kitchen, rinsing and loading dishes into the dishwasher, they giggled and laughed while playfully poking elbows. The sexual tension was palpable, though they made sure their parents were left in the dark.

After supper, while alone in her bedroom, Madison could sense that something was going to happen between her and Nathan soon. The two simply couldn't continue their innocent flirtations for much longer without acting upon them. Thinking about Nathan, imagining being in his arms, her cell phone signaled that a text message had arrived. 

It was from Grant: I MISS U WHY DONT U CALL ME?

Madison frowned at her phone. While technically she hadn't broken up with Grant, she hadn't spoken to him in the week since he called her 'clingy'. He had texted her several times since, and also left voicemails, apologizing for the night they argued. Madison thought she made it pretty clear she didn't want to see him anymore. Grant had shown his true colors that night.

Grant had never looked at Madison the way Nathan did, with desirous and admiring eyes. When she had asked Grant if he ever fantasized about her (the way Nathan did) he got all flustered and refused to even talk about it. Madison didn't want to date a prude who couldn't even talk about masturbation, much less admit to doing it. She wanted a guy that was crazy about her, pursued her, lusted for her. She wanted to be the object of his fantasies, to turn him on so much that he wasn't afraid to jerk off right in front of her. She needed to be wanted.

The way her step-brother wanted her.

"Hey Nathan," Madison knocked quietly on his door moments later, "Can I come in?"

"Sure," Nathan called.

Madison found Nathan at his desk when she walked into his room, "What are you up to?"

"Just checking out scores and highlights," Nathan said, clicking his mouse.

"You and your sports," Madison rolled her eyes, moving to lie across his bed.

"At least you didn't catch me playing with myself again," Nathan joked.

Madison grinned, "I was just thinking about that."

"Oh yeah?" Nathan turned, swiveling in his desk chair.

Madison admired Nathan's tall athletic body. He was wearing a tight tee shirt that showed off the athletic muscles of his arms. "Yeah," she replied, laying on her side and propping her head up with a bent elbow. "Those pictures you have of me aren't very good, and they're kind of old. When did you take them?"

"Last summer," Nathan replied, recalling the time he had used his digital camera to take pictures of Madison. She had been in the backyard, lying in her bikini.

"You should take some new ones," Madison suggested, rubbing her bare legs against one another. "Where's your camera?"

Nathan was a little flustered watching Madison's seductive pose on his bed, "Uh... in my closet."

"Why don't you get it?"

Nathan nodded, quickly rising from the chair to dig in his closet.

Madison rose, as well, to kneel on the top of Nathan's bed. She unfastened her sundress where it snapped at her back, and then lifted it off her body. When Nathan found his camera and turned around, he saw his sister drop the garment to the floor. She knelt on his bed wearing only a pair of yellow bikini panties, the rest of her tan body on full display. Nathan loved her full breasts and the way they hung against her ribs like soft, pillowy sacks. Their white color was a sharp contrast to the rest of Madison's golden skin, well-defined by tan lines.

"Wow..." was all Nathan could say, staring.

Madison grinned at Nathan's expression, thrilled by the unashamed lust in his eyes, "If you're going to jerk off while looking at pictures of me, the least I can do is make sure you have some good ones."

"This is so cool," Nathan smiled, turning the camera on and pointing it towards his bed. "You're hot enough to be in Playboy."

"You have to promise me that you won't show these to anyone."

Nathan nodded, "I promise."

"Especially not Warren," Madison added. "And you have to keep them in a secure folder in your computer."

"I won't let anyone see them," Nathan assured her.

"Okay," Madison smiled and gave the green light by taking hold of her own breasts.

Nathan immediately began snapping pictures, watching as his sister squeezed and fondled her milky breasts.

Madison tried to be as seductive as she could, fueled by Nathan's devoted attention. She ran a hand over the slender contours of her stomach while lifting one of her breasts to her lips to nibble on the pink, chewy nipple.

Nathan moved closer as she slid from the bed and turned her back to him, taking several pictures as Madison thrust her panty-covered bottom out. She teasingly hooked her thumbs under the hem of her underwear and pushed them halfway down, giving Nathan a view of the top half of her ass crack while tossing her hair, looking seductively over her shoulder.

"That's so hot," Nathan said. "You're going to melt my camera lens if you keep that up."

Madison smiled at Nathan's comment and could see a lump in the front of his baggy shorts where his erection was swiftly growing. Pushing her panties down, she stepped out of them and turned to face the camera, twirling the bikini bottoms on a raised finger.

Nathan's finger pushed the camera's shutter button repeatedly, admiring Madison's naked form. Her legs were slender but shapely, with trim thighs and ankles. Her bush was blonde and shaved into a soft V shape between curvy hips. His favorite feature, perhaps after her breasts, was her stomach. Madison had a slight hint of baby fat and it formed a tiny tummy on her otherwise skinny torso.

"Do you like my body?" Madison asked with a soft murmur.

"I love your body," Nathan replied, "You're the sexiest girl I have ever seen, Maddy."

Madison beamed at the compliment, lying back on Nathan's bed. She spread her knees, giving him a perfect angle of her pussy.

Nathan shot forward, zooming in between Madison's legs as she used a pair of fingers to part the lips of her sex. "Holy shit," he breathed out, taking several close-ups. He couldn't believe how daring she was acting.

Madison was in heaven as she watched her brother. Nathan was entranced by her naked body and she had never felt so desired in her entire life. The more pictures he took the more naughty she wanted to be for him.

Then suddenly Nathan stopped and glanced at his camera, "My memory card is full."

"I guess you're going to have plenty of pictures to jerk off to," Madison said.

"I want to do it right now," Nathan replied.

Madison nodded easily, as though giving her permission. She watched as Nathan pushed his shorts down and licked her lips when his erection was released. It was standing straight up and looked as hard as granite.

"Will you do it, too?" Nathan asked. "It's so sexy when you touch yourself."

"What am I going to do with you?" Madison teased, moving a hand between her legs. "I've created a horny monster out of my own step-brother."

Nathan moved to his dresser where a bottle of hand lotion sat; he used it to lubricate the length of his shaft. "You're the one who came in here and got naked," he replied.

Madison watched as Nathan greased up his cock, absorbed by the way he slowly began pumping it, "I can't help it, I love watching you jerk off."

"I only jerk off for you, now."

Madison blinked, "What do you mean?"

Nathan moved to stand at the edge of the bed, "I only think about you when I masturbate; I never fantasize about other girls anymore."

"Oh, Nathan," Madison whimpered, aroused by his words. She began circling her clit with a finger, "I love being your fantasy. Will you cum on me again, like last time? I want to feel your desire for me as it lands on my body."

Nathan nodded, pumping his erection earnestly, "Will you lick your tit again? I've never seen anything so hot."

Madison wanted nothing more than to please her brother, so she curled a palm under one of her breasts and dipped her chin. Pushing the soft flesh to her mouth, she began circling the nipple with her tongue.

"Oh god," Nathan moaned and began pumping his fist faster.

Madison suckled her own nipple until it was stiff with arousal and glistening with her saliva.

Nathan grunted loudly and his body jerked. Semen flew from the tip of his cock in the form of one large blob of milky-white goo, which landed on Madison's chest right between her breasts.

It was like his cum was made of hot lava the way Madison felt it burn against her skin. Her fingers danced between her legs as Nathan continued to rapidly pump his cock. "Oh fuck yeah," she encouraged him.

"Uhhhnnn!" Nathan groaned as his orgasm shot forth, continuous jets of semen flying through the air to land in splattering strands upon his sister's breasts.

Madison closed her eyes and her head rolled back as her orgasm consumed her. It was as though Nathan's cum was the fuel she needed, and every drop that landed on her body made the pleasure more intense. The thought of being covered with his fluids filled her mind as she quivered and moaned.

Spent, Nathan felt his knees go weak and he sat at the edge of the bed beside where Madison lay. She took longer to come down from her euphoric orgasm and he watched every moment of his sister's squirming ordeal.

"Oh, Nathan," Madison whispered when she finally regained her senses. "I love doing this with you."

Nathan smiled down at her, looking at the way his pleasure decorated her plush breasts and sin-kissed skin of Madison's stomach.

"What are we going to do?" Madison smiled, trailing a finger against her tummy and swirling Nathan's fluids around her belly button.

"I don't know," Nathan replied, still holding his softening cock. "But I don't know if I can stop."

"Me either," Madison admitted.

"I don't want to stop," Nathan added.

"Me either," Madison agreed. "But how far can we take this? If we keep it up, it won't end well."

"Then why did you come in here tonight?" Nathan asked.

"Because of the way you were looking at me during dinner; you were driving me crazy."

Nathan smiled, "Let's not worry about how it ends."

Madison knew that was an irresponsible path to take, but without a better answer she didn't argue, "I better go get cleaned up before one of our parents comes up here."

"And I better secure those photos before dad asks to borrow my camera again."

Madison grinned brightly, imagining the look of shock her step-father would have if he saw the pictures. "Make room for one more," she suddenly suggested. "I want to have one of your cum all over my body."

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Madison yawned as she walked down the stairs the following morning, on a quest for coffee. She glanced around on her way to the kitchen, noticing that no one else was about. A note on the kitchen counter indicated that her parents had gone to church and planned to attend a luncheon afterwards. Nathan was likely still asleep.

Wearing a clinging tank top and a pair of pajama bottoms, Madison padded across the kitchen in bare feet once the coffee was brewing. Opening the fridge, she bent over to find some half-and-half. As she was digging on the bottom shelf she felt a startling squeeze on her ass.

"Nathan!" Madison rose and looked over her shoulder at Nathan, "I thought you were sleeping."

"Good morning," Nathan said, his palm rubbing against the soft cotton pajama bottoms covering Madison's backside. "I was downstairs working out."

"You need to watch who you're groping," Madison swatted at his hand and closed the fridge. She moved to the counter, hiding a smile from him. She didn't need him knowing just how much she enjoyed the feel of his hands on her body.

"I thought I was," Nathan replied.

Madison turned, leaning back against the kitchen counter. She regarded Nathan, who was wearing a pair of sweatpants but nothing else. "Do you have something against shirts?" she teased.

"Like you mind," Nathan countered, dryly. "I see you checking me out."

Madison folded her arms across her chest, "So you admit that you're trying to attract my notice?"

"Whatever," Nathan grinned. "You're the one who's been wearing all the skimpy clothes, lately."

Madison wanted to argue but Nathan's words were all too true, "You noticed?"

"Of course I noticed."

Madison smiled warmly.

"I really had fun last night," Nathan commented.

"Me too," Madison admitted softly.

"The pictures turned out great, by the way."

"Really?" Madison beamed. "I want to see them."

"Yeah, okay," Nathan agreed.

Madison glanced at the coffee pot and saw that it had a ways to go yet, so she followed Nathan up to his room. She sat down in his swiveling desk chair and let him work the mouse on his laptop, opening the appropriate folders.

Madison watched as Nathan started a slide show of the naughty photos, "Oh wow, I look totally hot."

"This one is my favorite," Nathan commented, pausing on a shot where Madison was licking her own breast.

Madison could feel Nathan's breath tickle against her neck as he leaned over her and worked the computer, "Go to the last one; the one with your cum all over me."

Nathan clicked his mouse several times before arriving on the shot.

Madison's eyes widened when she saw herself sprawled on Nathan's bed; his essence coated her breasts and tummy, glistening in the flash of the camera. "That's so dirty," she murmured. "Look at me, Nathan, I look like a porn star."

"That one made me cum."

Madison smiled over her shoulder, "You jerked off again last night? After we...?"

"Yeah, I got totally turned on loading these pics into my laptop."

Madison turned back to look at the laptop screen, "That's why I wanted you to have these pictures, I suppose, but I feel kind of left out."

Nathan daringly nibbled on Madison's earlobe and whispered, "Should I have woken you?"

Madison grinned and pushed her blonde hair out of Nathan's way as he tickled her ear with his lips; she loved his touch. "I guess I can't be with you every time, but I love it when you cum on me."

"Why do you like that so much?" Nathan asked, moving his lips to Madison's neck.

Madison tilted her head to give Nathan better access, "I like watching it come out of you knowing that I caused it, you know? That you came because I turned you on. Plus it feels really sexy when it lands on me."

"I guess I better check with you beforehand whenever I masturbate," Nathan joked.

Madison's expression quickly shifted to one of arousal. A soft moan escaped her lips when she felt Nathan's hands take hold of her breasts through the thin material of her tight top. He continued to kiss her neck as he reached around the chair and dug his fingers into her tit-flesh.

"I love it when you touch me," Madison whispered, closing her eyes. She lifted a hand to curl around the back of Nathan's head, encouraging him to continue. A tingle ran through her entire body when he started kissing the tender spot between her neck and shoulder.




We're Screwed Ch. 02



"Your tits feel so hot," Nathan murmured against her neck. He continued kneading his fingers into her breasts, squeezing and manipulating the pliant globes.

Madison whimpered softly, pulling on her tank top until the hem flopped up and exposed her breasts. She felt Nathan's warm skin as he mashed his hands into them once more and her nipples grew erect against his palms. "Tell me more," she urged. "Tell me how much I turn you on."

"I'm so hard right now," Nathan told her. "You drive me crazy, Maddy. Ever since we met I've thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world."

"Do you like my tits?"

"I fucking love your tits," Nathan replied, squeezing her breasts roughly for emphasis.

"Take it out," Madison moaned. "Take your cock out."

Nathan had to let go of his sister and stepped back, quickly shoving his sweats down.

Madison swiveled to face him in the chair, eyes glued to his twitching member. She waited for him to lift his feet out of his clothes, then peeled her top off before leaning forward.

"Maddy, what are you doing? Oh fuck... oh fuck yeah..."

Madison clutched her own breasts and drew them around Nathan's erection, engulfing his length within her pillowy flesh. "Fuck them," she said, looking up at his eyes. "I want you to fuck my tits."

Nathan groaned and began thrusting with his hips. He could feel the soft curves of her breasts as his cock slid between them, causing them to jiggle and jostle.

Madison pushed with her hands, holding her boobs in place so that Nathan could hump himself between them. "Get yourself off on my body," she encouraged. "I want my body to be the source of all your pleasure. Whenever you cum I want it to be because I turn you on, because my body makes you so hot."

Nathan began bucking rapidly, the head of his cock appearing from between her breasts for an instant with every thrust.

Madison dipped her chin and pushed a long bead of saliva out of her mouth, letting it fall between her breasts to lubricate Nathan's efforts. "Have you ever fucked a girl's tits before?" she asked.

Nathan shook his head, face a twisted mask of arousal.

"Millie doesn't have very big ones, does she?"

Nathan grunted, "Uhn, n-no."

"No," Madison shook her head. "But I've got nice big ones for you to fuck, don't I?"

"Oh god, Maddy..."

"It's okay, sweetie," Madison cooed. "You can cum on me. You can always cum on me."

Nathan humped himself into Madison's flesh with a furious pace, screaming loudly when his cock erupted.

Madison gasped loudly when the semen shot up from between her breasts to splatter against her chin and jaw line. Another jet streamed upwards to decorate the hollow part of her throat, while the rest flowed upwards to coat the top half of her breasts.

Nathan was breathing in loud gasps when his cock finally stopped its spastic orgasm.

Cum was hanging from Madison's jaw, "Oh sweetie, you got it all over me." She gathered some of the dangling strands with her hands. The portion that hit her neck was oozing down her chest to vanish between her breasts.

"I hope we do that again, sometime." Nathan sounded breathless, "Because that felt incredible."

Madison smiled and avoided touching anything with her cummy fingers, "I'm glad you liked." She rose and gave Nathan a quick peck on his cheek.

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After Madison disappeared into the bathroom, a place his sister hogged all too much, Nathan decided to go for a jog. He enjoyed running on Sunday mornings because most people either slept in or went to church and the suburban streets near his house didn't have much traffic. Usually when he ran his mind emptied and focused on taking the next stride, allowing him to clear his head of distractions and worries. But even a morning run couldn't take his mind off Madison.

Nathan was fourteen years old when his father started dating her mother. He remembered the first time he met his future sister, after his parents started getting serious and introduced them. Madison was a year older and Nathan recalled that she had been the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen; even at fifteen she had the looks of a model. By the time their parents had married, when Madison and her mom moved in with Nathan and his father, Madison had become a steady fuel for Nathan's masturbatory fantasies.

If beauty had been the only trait Madison possessed, then Nathan figured his crush on her likely would have faded with time. But the problem was he really liked Madison. She was smart, funny, charismatic, and even though they had their share of sibling squabbles, Madison never ratted him out to their parents and always seemed to be looking out for him. She even took the heat for him a few times when they were younger so that he wouldn't get in trouble.

As Nathan jogged around a corner wishing that he had met Madison under different circumstances, he caught a familiar form riding a bike towards him.

"Hey Nathan," Millie smiled, applying her brakes.

Nathan stopped, pulling the ear buds of his iPod out, "Hey Millie. I didn't expect to see anyone else out here this early."

"I've got to get in shape," Millie replied. "Volleyball season starts soon."

Nathan looked over Millie's spandex-clad form and thought his ex-girlfriend was in pretty good shape already. "Funny that we keep bumping into each other," he remarked, recalling when he saw Millie on her bike earlier that week.

"Yeah, it's good to see you though. I know we broke up and all, but I have missed you."

Nathan was surprised to hear Millie admit that. She was the one who broke up with him after all, accusing him of pressuring her into sex when she had wanted to wait.

Millie didn't elaborate any further, "I've been meaning to ask you: are you taking Biology this semester?"

"Uh, yeah," Nathan nodded. "Why?"

"Me too, I'm really struggling with it though."

"Do you need some help?" Nathan offered. "I've been acing all the tests. I really like Biology."

"That would be so great," Millie wiped some sweat from her brow. "My parents will kill me if I fail one more quiz, and we have one tomorrow."

"Why don't you come over to my house this afternoon and we can go over the quiz chapters together?"

"Really?" Millie gushed, "Thanks, Nathan, that's so cool of you. How about one o'clock?"

"I'll see you then."

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Mike poked his head into the kitchen where Madison was sitting with a glass of juice, "Hey sweetie, your mom and I are going to the farmer's market, and then maybe catch a movie."

Madison nodded distractedly, her mind locked onto the fact that Nathan was upstairs in his bedroom with Millie 'studying biology'.

"Will you and Nathan be all right for dinner? I can leave some money for a pizza or something."

"Okay," Madison agreed, not really paying attention to what her step-father was saying. The only thing she heard was the talking and giggling coming from upstairs; Nathan and Millie were laughing as though they had never broken up.

Mike put a twenty dollar bill on the counter, "Is something wrong? You look a little bothered."

"No, I'm fine," Madison lied. "Have fun with Mom, see you later tonight."

"No kegger parties while we're gone," Mike joked. "See you later."

Madison normally would have laughed at her step-father's humor, but she was fuming with jealousy. Was Nathan getting back together with that prissy ex of his? Madison never liked her pure demeanor, thinking the innocent schoolgirl act was a little too obvious. Plus, she hated the way Millie was always creating so much drama for Nathan. Madison remembered that Millie would tease Nathan and lead him on when they were dating, only to deny him any sexual gratification. Madison remembered times Nathan would come home on a date, frustrated that he couldn't even get a tug-job, or a hand up that prissy bitch's shirt. Madison scowled: Who waited to have sex until they were married, anymore? It was like Millie was out of an antiquated 50s sitcom.

A knock came on the front door, distracting Madison from her jealous thoughts. She looked out the kitchen window, wondering who it could be.

"Oh, god," Madison groaned, seeing Grant's car parked outside at the curb. Dealing with him was the last thing she wanted to do.

"What are you doing here?" Madison growled as soon as she opened the door.

"It's nice to see you too," Grand remarked, dryly.

Grant was a tall guy, a forward on their university's basketball team. At 6'5" he was at least two inches taller than Nathan, though a bit more slender. With his short blonde hair and green eyes Madison had always found him handsome, though nowhere near as cute as her step-brother. He was dressed in track pants and a tank top, looking like he just came from practice.

"Now's not a good time, Grant."

"When is a good time?" Grant asked, "I've been leaving you messages all week, but you don't call me back."

Madison caught Grant's eyes looking her over. She was dressed in a pair of skimpy jean shorts that hid nothing of her legs, and a clinging pink tank top with spaghetti straps that clung to her chest like paint. But she hadn't dressed sexy for Grant...

Madison's reply was a bit icy, "I don't really enjoy calling people who tell me I'm clingy and a bitch."

"I'm sorry about that," Grant whined. "I just wanted to hang with the guys that night and I felt like you were pressuring me."

"Well you can hang out and play video games with your friends every night from now on, Grant, because you and I are over."

"You're dumping me?" Grant asked, incredulous.

"Don't sound so surprised," Madison said calmly, "Did you think I wasn't calling you back because I missed you?"

"You fucking cunt," Grant spat.

Madison's eyes went wide, "What did you just call me?"

"I can't believe you're dumping me because I wanted to hang out with my friends for one night!"

"You always just wanted to hang out with your friends," Madison accused. "I never got the feeling that you were even excited to be with me when we did go out."

"Is there a problem?" Nathan asked, walking down the stairs towards the front door. He had heard raised voices and was worried about Madison.

"Get lost," Grant said. "Your sister and I are having a private conversation."

"Not anymore we're not," Madison tried shutting the door.

Grant pushed his palm against the door and shoved back against Madison, causing her to stumble.

"Hey asshole...!" Nathan yelled, moving swiftly to help and taking the steps two at a time.

As Nathan approached, Grant aimed a punch at the side of Nathan's face and knocked him to the foyer floor.

"Oh my god!" Millie screeched, watching from the top of the stairs.

"Nathan!" Madison exclaimed worriedly.

Nathan only frowned, pushing himself back to his feet. Grant had caught him by surprise, but there hadn't been enough behind the punch to do any real damage.

Grant threw another punch, but Nathan was ready for it. He caught Grant's wrist and twisted the taller man's arm in a direction arms aren't supposed to turn. Grant yelped and turned his body, trying to take the pressure off his shoulder, and Nathan quickly maneuvered Grant's arm into a lock at the small of Grant's back.

Three years of high school wrestling had paid off.

"I think my sister would like you to leave," Nathan growled, forcefully guiding Grant towards the door. "And if I ever see you near her again, I won't stop before your arm breaks."

Grant stumbled forward when Nathan pushed him out the door, tripping and falling to the concrete walk outside.

Madison quickly slammed the door shut, working the deadbolt.

"Oh Nathan!" Millie sprinted down the stairs and leapt into Nathan's arms, "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"

"I'm fine," Nathan replied, looking to Madison over Millie's shoulder.

Madison watched the couple embrace with hurt and jealousy in her eyes. She wanted to be the one in Nathan's arms, thanking him for his timely rescue.

"Are you all right?" Nathan asked his sister, letting go of Millie.

"I'm fine," Madison murmured, turning away. "Thanks."

"Maddy--" Nathan started.

Madison started up the steps towards her bedroom, "I don't want to talk about it, okay, Nathan?"

"I should go," Millie said. "Your sister looks upset; I think she needs you."

"Sorry," Nathan apologized.

"It's not your fault," Millie tried to smile. "And thanks for your help with Biology, I think I'll do fine on our quiz tomorrow."

"You better wait a minute so that jerk Grant is gone, then I'll walk you to your car."

"Thanks, Nathan, you're really sweet. I don't know why I ever broke up with you."

Up in her bedroom, Madison was leaning against the closed door and heard every word. She closed her eyes, fighting back a stream of tears. She wasn't crying about the altercation with Grant. She could deal with a hundred assholes like him, but she felt helpless against her feelings for Nathan. He was going to get back together with Mille and there was nothing she could do about it. She had no right to prevent him from doing so, despite the burning jealousy she felt. She wanted Nathan for herself, but knew her desires were futile against the social repercussions of such fantasies.

"I'm so screwed," Madison said to herself, wiping the tears from her cheeks.



We're Screwed Ch. 03



Melanie glanced at her best friend as the two girls studied within the quiet confines of the university library. She noted the deflated set of her friend's shoulders and expression; Madison had seemed sullen all week but hadn't mentioned why. Usually when Madison was depressed she needed a day or two to wade through the funk before wanting to talk about it. Melanie hated to pry, but this had been going on for five days.

"Are you okay?" Melanie suddenly asked, setting her mechanical pencil down on the table they shared.

Madison looked up from a textbook, "Yeah, why?"

"Come on, Maddy. You've been acting like someone ran over your cat all week."

"I'm fine," Madison assured.

"We've been best friends since high school," Melanie reminded, "I know you better than that. What's up, hon? Is it Grant?"

Madison frowned at the mention of her ex-boyfriend, "Not at all. I'm happy about ridding myself of that asshole, to be honest with you."

"Then what is it?" Melanie pressed.

Madison sighed and looked across the table at her friend. Melanie was a shorter girl with kinky auburn hair and a spattering of freckles around the nose, though no less attractive than Madison. She contemplated telling Melanie about what was really troubling her, but Madison was reluctant to do so out of fear of the way her friend might react. How do you tell someone you've fallen for your step-brother?

"It's a different guy," Madison finally replied, keeping things vague.

Melanie blinked, surprised there was another guy since Madison and Grant had only broken up a week prior. She assumed she would know if someone else had been in Madison's sights, since the two girls were best friends.

"Who is it?" Melanie asked.

"Just a guy from our old high school," Madison didn't lie. "He's a senior. I really like him, and I think he's into me too, but... it's complicated."

"He's not a democrat," Melanie frowned, "is he?"

"No," Madison snorted with a tiny smirk. Melanie was a Politics major, and a card-carrying Republican. "Actually, I don't know. He's not really into politics."

"So what's the problem?" Melanie asked.

"He's got an ex," Madison answered. "And I don't think it's over."

"God," Melanie moaned. "That's the worst. I hate watching a couple cling to a broken relationship like that; it's so pathetic. It never works."

Madison smirked and replied dryly, "You're such an optimist."

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"Hey," Millie smiled as she trotted towards Nathan's locker, her short bob of black hair bouncing.

"Hey Millie," Nathan greeted as he grabbed a book and shut his locker door.

"Walk me to my English class?" Millie asked.

"Sure," Nathan agreed, headed that direction anyway.

"Our first volleyball match is after school today," Millie said as the pair began navigating their school's hallways. "Are you going to come watch me play?"

"I have football practice after school, but I might be able to catch the last set?"

Millie beamed, "That would be great. By the way, I aced my Bio quiz earlier this week. Thanks for helping me study, you totally helped me out."

"It was no problem," Nathan replied.

Millie curled a light grip around Nathan's wrist as they walked, "Do you want to get together this weekend and study again?"

Nathan glanced down at Millie's hand, uncertain of the signals he'd been receiving from her. Millie had been flirty with Nathan ever since they met at his house the previous Sunday to study. Did she want to get back together with him? Did he want to get back together with her? If they did reunite, that would certainly mean the end of whatever had been going on with Madison; Nathan wasn't sure he liked that notion. Then again, Millie had been his first true love and he'd always lamented the fact that she had broken up with him.

"Maybe," Nathan finally replied. "I'm not sure how busy I'll be this weekend."

"Okay," Millie lifted a pecking smooch to Nathan's cheek as they arrived to her English classroom. "Call me later?"

Nathan nodded absently, feeling very confused.

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After football practice, Nathan watched Millie's volleyball team win their match against a neighboring high school and didn't get home until after dinner time. He discovered Joyce, his step-mother, and Mike, his father, seated in the living room watching TV.

"Hey guys," Nathan greeted, lifting a hand.

"Hey buddy," his father greeted from the couch. "How was school today?"

"It was all right. Practice was murder, coach had us running 'suicides' until I thought I'd puke."

"There's some leftovers in the fridge if you're hungry?" Joyce offered.

"Thanks," Nathan replied. "Is Maddy home?"

"She's upstairs in her room," Joyce noted.

Nathan took a moment to investigate the leftovers, discovering Joyce had made meatloaf. Nathan hated meatloaf and decided he'd simply make a sandwich later. Instead of eating, he headed upstairs to knock on Madison's bedroom door.

"It's open," Madison called.

"Hey," Nathan greeted, opening the door to find Madison perched atop her bed painting her toenails. She was wearing a pair of skimpy shorts and an old loose tee.

"You're home kind of late," Madison noticed. "Practice go long?"

Nathan shook his head, moving to sit in Madison's desk chair, "Nah. I stopped by the gym afterwards to watch the girl's volleyball team play."

An ache of jealousy filled Madison's stomach; she knew Millie was on the volleyball team. "How'd they do?" she asked, trying to sound casual.

"They won," Nathan answered.

"Awesome," Madison commented, her tone chilly. She focused on brushing some polish on her toe and tried to not appear envious of Nathan's attentions towards Millie.

"Are you okay?" Nathan suddenly wondered, sensing his sister's cool demeanor.

"Why does everyone keep asking me that?" Madison snapped, sounding more irritated than she intended.

"I don't know. You just seem... off. Are you mad at me?"

"Why would I be mad at you?" Madison asked, still concentrating on her toes instead of looking at Nathan.

Nathan shrugged, "Is it Millie? You've been kind of distant ever since she came over last weekend."

"That's not it," Madison lied. "But I think she's all wrong for you, if that's what you're asking."

"What do you mean?" Nathan's face scrunched up, "She and I were great together for almost two years."

"Whatever," Madison scoffed. "She treated you like shit, Nathan. I mean, look at the reason she dumped you: because you pressured her into sex? Please. Like you forced her into anything; I'm sure she spread her legs eagerly. Just because she felt guilty about it after doesn't mean she had any right to blame you."

"That's not really any of your business," Nathan frowned.

Madison finally looked up at Nathan with a glare, "Isn't it? Was it my business after you two broke up and you were so depressed about it that you'd come in here and talk to me about it for hours on end? What about those pictures of me you had on your computer? Did you jerk off to fantasies of me while you were dating her, because she wouldn't put out? Or isn't that my business either?"

"You're going to start teasing me about that again?" Nathan growled. "I thought we had moved past that?"

"Why?" Madison hissed, trying to keep her voice down so their parents wouldn't overhear, "Because I let you jerk off onto my tits? Was I just a placeholder until poor Millie got over her guilt?"

"Maddy... it wasn't like that."

"Whatever, Nathan. Just leave me alone, okay?"

"Maddy -" Nathan tried pleading.

"I said leave me alone," Madison interrupted firmly, doing her best not to start crying.

With a sigh Nathan rose and left the room, closing the door behind him. He didn't want to upset Madison any more than she already seemed to be.

As soon as he was gone, the tears burst out of his sister.

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The following day, Madison was truly miserable. She realized she wanted the impossible in a relationship with Nathan, that such a thing could never work out, but her heart wouldn't seem to let go of the idea. She moved through her school day like an apathetic zombie paying little attention to her surroundings. She was barely able to concentrate during her classes. Why couldn't she stop thinking about Nathan? There were millions of other guys out there she could fall for, why was her step-brother the one boy out of millions her heart decided to fixate on?

During her last class Madison began scribbling in her notebook, creating two columns on a page. In one column she began writing down all the things that made Nathan so desirable.

*Plus Column* Fun; Smart; Handsome; Sexy; Honest; Attentive; Athletic...

She came up with so many words that she ran out of paper at the bottom of the page, so Madison glanced over at the other side of the sheet and began writing down the things that made Nathan all wrong for her.

*Minus Column* Step-brother

The fact that Nathan was her step-brother was the only thing she could think of. It tore her up inside to realize that was the one and only thing that made the whole situation so impossible. Who knows what might have happened if their parents hadn't gotten married? Her and Nathan might have ended up at the same high school together even if their parents hadn't gotten married. They may have even hooked up!

Madison closed her eyes, ignoring her professor's lecture and imagined herself as Nathan's girlfriend. She pictured them together on a date and holding hands with no worries of what anyone else would think.

It almost made her cry.

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Madison burst into the house after returning from school, needing to see Nathan. She wanted to talk to him, to tell him how she felt. Damn the social consequences! She wanted her brother's romantic attentions, and Millie could go to hell as far as Madison was concerned. If she told Nathan how she felt, maybe Madison would discover he felt the same way. She simply had to find him, find the right words, and summon enough courage to put herself out there.

"Hi honey," Joyce said from the kitchen where she was preparing dinner.

"Mom?" Madison sounded surprised. "What are you doing home so early?"

"I took the afternoon off to run some errands," Joyce replied. "Since I'm home early I thought I'd prepare a lasagna, it's Mike's favorite."

"Is Nathan home yet?" Madison wondered, trying not to sound too desperate.

"Honey, you know your brother won't be home until late."

"Huh?" Madison sounded confused.

"It's Friday night," Joyce explained.

Madison growled, silently chastising herself for not remembering. Friday night was game night; Nathan would be playing football.

"I forgot," Madison sighed. "Are you and Mike going to the game?"

"Not tonight," Joyce replied. "We're going to a cocktail party over at the Benson's."

Madison nodded, "Do you mind if I skip lasagna? I think I want to go."

"Of course," Joyce smiled. "I'm sure Nathan would like it if you go watch. I think they're playing at Lincoln High tonight. Do you need some gas money?"

"No thanks," Madison called as she hiked up the stairs. "I'm fine."

Once in her bedroom Madison shut the door and quickly began rifling through her closet. Lincoln High was a rival school about forty-five minutes away, so Madison calculated she had about an hour to get ready before she'd have to be on the road. If all went well, she could take in the game and find Nathan afterwards to talk. But what to wear?

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Nathan played brilliantly. As the team's quarterback he threw for four touchdowns, including a game-winner in the final two minutes after marching his team the entire length of the field. Madison nearly cheered herself hoarse from the bleachers, wearing tight jeans and a mid-riff baring top - something she remembered Nathan ogling her in. A light sweater-jacket worn open in the front help keep the early-fall air from being too chilly.

Madison had recognized a few old classmates who also made the trip, deciding to sit with them among the other 'away' fans, She was having a wonderful time, especially since her brother had such a fantastic game. Afterwards, as the team gathered on the sidelines, Madison excused herself from her friends. She wanted to find Nathan before he headed to the locker room and let him know she was there, hoping to give him a ride home so they could talk.

She spotted Nathan celebrating with his teammates when she reached the bottom of the bleachers, but then another voice called out her step-brother's name. Turning to the side, Madison spotted Millie.

"You were so great, Nathan!" Millie squealed, running into Nathan's arms.

Madison stopped dead in her tracks. She felt like someone had punched her in the stomach when Nathan hugged Millie back.

Madison quickly turned away, hoping Nathan wouldn't see her. She felt stupid for ever thinking that Nathan would choose her over Millie. With Millie, Nathan had a future. Madison could only offer him the stigma of social incest. With embarrassment cluttering her emotions, Madison fled towards the parking lot.

"I can't believe how awesome you were," Millie exclaimed. "You totally won the game!"

"Thanks," Nathan replied modestly. "But I got pretty good protection from the guys, tonight."

"Do you want to hang out later?" Millie asked, "A bunch of us are going to an arcade later for pizza. You should come."

"Yeah, okay." Nathan thought a night out with his friends sounded fun, especially since Madison had been so cold with him.

"Do you want to go together?" Millie asked tentatively. "I mean, you could ride with me. I'd like to talk to you about getting back -"

As Millie was making her pitch towards reconciliation, Nathan recognized a familiar head of blonde curly hair hurrying away towards the parking lot. "Uh, can we talk about this later? I think I see my sister."

Millie turned as Nathan dashed past her and jumped a wooden bench, frowning at the sudden dismissal.

Madison was wiping her cheek of tears as she hurried towards her car. She hated the fact that she was crying again, something she seemed to be doing a lot of, and was not looking forward to the long drive home alone.

When she heard her brother's voice, Madison winced.

"Maddy!" Nathan called. "Maddy!"

Madison turned to see Nathan jogging towards her, still wearing his grass-stained football uniform. His short black hair looked matted and damp with sweat and the eye-black under his eyes had faded to drip down his cheeks.

"Maddy..." Nathan breathed, finally catching up to his sister where she stood between two parked cars. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you," Madison said, wiping at her cheek one more time in the hopes that Nathan wouldn't notice the tears. "To see you play."

"I thought you were mad at me?"

Madison shook her head and forced a smile, "I was mad at myself. You were great tonight, Nathan. I'm so proud of you."

"Thanks," Nathan grinned. The words meant so much more to him coming from Madison than they did Millie, "You're not leaving, are you?"

Madison nodded, "You should go be with your friends, Nathan. With Millie."

"Maddy, wait..."

"It's okay," Madison said, turning and hoping she could hold it together long enough to reach her car before crying again.

"That's not what I want," Nathan quickly replied, grabbing Madison's wrist as she turned away.

Madison looked back to her brother. She swallowed and froze, looking into Nathan's gorgeous blue eyes. She saw hope there; her heart skipped a beat when Nathan moved closer.

Suddenly, his lips were on hers. Madison was too stunned to react at first, but after a moment all of her desires from the last two weeks poured out of her. She began kissing him back, passionately. Her lips tingled and burned against her brother's mouth as she lifted a hand to the back of his head. Her fingers brushed against the short damp hair above the back of his neck, pulling him to her. Nathan's strong arms wrapped around her as their mouths explored one another hungrily, their tongues bumping into each other. He kissed her for what seemed like forever before finally ending it with several lingering nibbles on her lower lip.

"Nathan..." Madison whispered, breathless.

"I have to go," Nathan murmured, "hit the showers."

Madison nodded absently, dumbstruck by the power of Nathan's kiss.

"I'll see you at home? I don't want to be with Millie, I want to be with you tonight."

"You do?" Madison was in shock a the sudden turn of events, "Um, o-okay. Do you need a ride home?"

"I should ride back with the team," Nathan answered. "But I'll be home right after. Will you wait for me?"

"Yeah, okay," Madison agreed, still in a daze. She watched as Nathan jogged towards the locker room area, unable to move. It was only after several long moments that Madison remembered she needed to find her car...

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During her drive home Madison replayed the scene with Nathan over and over again in her mind. He had kissed her! It was the most passionate moment in Madison's nineteen years of life, more potent than anything she had ever experienced. Halfway home, she noticed her lips were still tingling. She and Nathan had done some naughty and kinky things together in the last weeks, but that kiss trumped it all.

Prior to the kiss, Madison had worried that Nathan didn't feel the same way she did. She feared their flirtatious romance had been trivial to him, that he was simply taking advantage of the situation to get some easy sex. But the emotion behind his lips changed everything for Madison. She was sure Nathan was falling for her, just as she was falling for him. The only question left to be answered was... what would they do about it?

The biggest obstacle to a potential relationship between her and Nathan was their parents. It was simply too awkward with her and her brother still living at home. Madison knew the right thing to do would be nipping the growing romance in the bud and ending it immediately. That was the rational course, but Madison's heart screamed in protest at the notion. She knew the heartache that would cause her, but she also knew her parents wouldn't stand for a relationship between her and Nathan.

Madison's mind wandered the rest of her drive home, her imagination traveling along several possible scenarios. They all ended in heartbreak and disaster. The only path that seemed feasible, if she wanted to be with Nathan, was if they kept their relationship a secret. Madison didn't know if she could live like that. She didn't know if she could hide her emotions and lie to her friends and family.

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A taxi cab was leaving the driveway as Madison returned home and she found her mother and step-father laughing and giggling near the front door while fumbling for their house keys.

"Hi, honey," Joyce beamed as Madison got out of her car. "How was the game?"

Madison smirked, "Mom, are you drunk?"

Joyce pinched two fingers close together, "Just a little."

"The drinks were flowing at the Benson's," Mike added, finally getting the door unlocked.

"Well, you two missed a great game," Madison noted. "Nathan was awesome."

"Oh that's wonderful," Joyce leaned against her husband.

Mike curled an arm around Joyce, "Come on dear, time for bed." He grinned at Madison, "You and Nathan can tell us all about it in the morning."

Madison shook her head, amused by her parent's antics. They rarely drank to excess in front of her or Nathan, but perhaps they were letting their hair down now that she and Nathan were both over eighteen. "Good night, guys."

Madison wasn't sure what to do with herself. Nathan wasn't going to arrive home for at least another hour but he was the only thing on her mind; the only thing she could focus on. She wanted to see her brother and talk to him. Her world was on hold until that happened.

Climbing the stairs to her room, Madison took her sweater jacket off and regarded her reflection in a mirror. She tossed a hand through her curly hair and considered changing but had no idea if she should dress up or dress down. Would Nathan even care what she was wearing? Was he as eager to see her as she was to see him? Would he care if she were home at all? Of course he would, Madison told herself. Nathan kissed her, after all. He'd asked her to wait for him.




We're Screwed Ch. 03



The moment ran through her head again; it was an epic kiss, like in the movies. Madison had never been kissed liked that before. She kept replaying it over and over in her mind, wondering how she and Nathan had arrived to a point in their relationship where a kiss could make Madison question her entire reality. She was in love with her step-brother and unable to deny the fact any longer. Madison was happy, excited, and terrified all at once. She felt completely helpless against the butterflies that danced in her stomach whenever she thought of him. It was as though her heart had chosen Nathan, giving her no say in the matter.

Madison paced the length of her bedroom thinking about the kiss, back and forth, until she heard someone come home. She snapped a glance to her closed bedroom door and wondered if Nathan would come find her right away. Her foot tapped with nervousness when she heard someone climbing the stairs, folding forearms over her stomach in an attempt to quell the re-awakened butterflies within.

There was a brief and agonizing silence before Nathan's soft voice came from beyond the doorway, "Maddy?"

"It's open," Madison told him. She stood frozen with uncertainty as her brother stepped in. He had showered and changed since the game, looking remarkably handsome wearing the shirt and tie required of all players on game day.

"Hey," Nathan greeted almost shyly.

Madison pushed a curly strand of blonde hair behind an ear, "Hi."

"I was, uh, happy to see you at the game tonight. Thanks for coming, that meant a lot to me."

"I wanted to be there," Madison smiled warmly. "I've always liked watching you play."

Nathan seemed tentative and unsure, "So, um, where's your head at?"

"All over the place," Madison admitted.

"Yeah. Me too."

"Nathan," Madison took a steadying breath. She couldn't avoid the elephant in the room any longer, "When you kissed me... that was... that was big."

Nathan seemed to agree, "Yeah."

"That wasn't like any normal kiss," Madison told him. "We've been as close to sex as two people can get without actually having it, but that kiss meant more to me than all the other stuff we've been doing."

Nathan lifted a hand to the back of his neck, "I know. I feel the same way. Look, I've had a crush on you since our parents first hooked up. But things have moved way beyond that and it doesn't have anything to do with the sexual stuff we've been doing. I know it's crazy, but it's like you're the perfect girl for me. I always feel comfortable talking to you; I can tell you anything! I love it when we hang out. I like how smart you are, and how kind and tender you are. You're beautiful. You make me laugh. You get me, Maddy."

Madison formed a circle with her lips and exhaled slowly. She loved what Nathan was saying, but her world seemed to grow more chaotic with every word. It was dizzying.

"Madison..." Nathan declared, "I love you."

Madison turned and hid her face, struggling to breathe. The weight of Nathan's words were immense and she was in awe that her brother had the courage to say them. Madison didn't know if she would've had the strength to put her feelings out there so vulnerably, even though that had been her intention earlier.

"Maddy?"

Madison turned back around, "Everything you said, I-I feel it too."

Nathan saw tears welling in his sister's eyes, "Then, why are you crying?"

"Because I'm a wreck, okay? For the last two weeks all I've been able to think about is you. I've felt this unbearable guilt because I've been falling for you and I know it's wrong but I can't help it. I've been insanely jealous of Millie..." Madison pushed a hand through her hair, "And I haven't been able to talk to anyone about it, so everything has been building up inside me and making me crazy!"

Nathan rushed forward and took Madison into his arms. She grasped her brother tightly and pressed her face against his chest.

"What are we going to do, Nathan?"

"We're going to be together," Nathan said as he caressed a palm against her back. "And we're not going to hide."

Madison reluctantly pushed away and took a step back, "What?"

Nathan saw the fear in his sister's expression.

"Nathan, that's crazy. What will people think?"

Nathan lifted his shoulders, "I don't know. But the way I see it we have three choices. The first? We could end this right now, and not be together. The second choice is to be together, but lie to everyone and try keeping it a secret."

Nathan sighed, "I don't know about you, but I hate both of those ideas."

Madison nodded with resigned agreement, "And the third option?"

"We can't be the first step-siblings to fall in love with each other," Nathan said. "We're not doing anything fundamentally wrong. We're not related by blood. We're both adults. I really, truly love you, Madison. And I don't want to keep that a secret. I'm not ashamed of my feelings for you and I don't feel like I should be forced to hide them. We could tell people and deal with the fallout. At least we wouldn't have to sneak around."

Madison's head spun, "But... but what if we do this and then break up? What if we fall in love but it doesn't end up working out? We'll have put our parents and friends through all that craziness, and we won't be able to simply go our separate ways. We're in the same family, Nathan. Imagine if you got married to someone else and she had to see me at holidays and stuff, knowing you used to be with me?"

"What are you saying?" Nathan asked worriedly. He was scared Madison would end their relationship.

"I'm saying we need to be sure about our feelings before we announce them to the world."

Nathan seemed confused, "So...?"

"As much as I hate to say it," Madison laid a hand on her brother's chest, "I think we're stuck with option number two for a while."

"You mean... you want to be with me?"

"Of course I do," Madison's expression was soft. "I can't just turn off my feelings for you, not now. The heart wants what it wants, you know?"

"I don't like the idea of sneaking around, though. People only hide things when they know they've done something wrong, or they're ashamed."

Madison offered pleading eyes, "It would be wrong to our family and friends, Nathan. They see us as siblings, regardless of how we feel about each other."

Nathan lifted an arm and took a handful of his short black hair, growling in frustration.

"I can't put my mom through the drama. Not until I'm absolutely sure you and I can be a long-term thing. If we keep it a secret, at least we're the only ones who get hurt if it doesn't work. At the very least we have to wait until we've moved out of this house."

"It'll work," Nathan argued persistently.

Madison shook her head, "We don't know that. I know we're all blissed-out on each other now, but we have to be realistic about this."

Nathan's expression soured, "So you're cool with sneaking around and not being able to tell anyone?"

"It beats the alternative," Madison murmured, "because I don't know if I have the strength to resist my feelings for you."

"I don't know," Nathan said. "I don't know if I can do that. Why does this have to be so hard?"

Madison gave her brother a sympathetic look, "I'm sorry, Nathan. But..."

Nathan spun, "I need to think this over. I-I need to sort it out."

"Nathan," Madison fretted when he started towards the door. "Nathan, wait. Talk to me..."

But Nathan didn't linger. Madison followed him as far as her bedroom doorway before realizing that it might not be a bad thing to let her brother think things through and be sure about what he wanted. She watched as he disappeared into his room, lingering for a while and wondering if she should try to talk to him. Before Madison could make her decision Nathan emerged from his bedroom; he had changed and was carrying his basketball. Madison watched him leave the house.

She listened as Nathan's truck backed out of the driveway, wondering if she had made a mistake. She realized that she never told him she loved him. He had said the words to her, but she never said them back.

He deserved to hear how she felt, Madison decided. She needed him to know before Nathan made any decisions. Snatching up her jacket, Madison hurried to chase after her brother. If Nathan took his basketball, chances are he was headed towards the park.

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Warren lined up his sixth empty can of beer on a picnic table next to the basketball court. After fishing out another can from a cooler, he snapped it open and took a long swallow. It was Warren's private tradition to wind down after a big football game with a twelve-pack of beer. Normally he was alone at the quiet suburban park, so he grew curious when a flash of headlights turned into the parking lot.

"What do we have here?" Warren smiled when he saw who got out of the car, "What's up? You out slumming or something?"

Madison approached her brother's friend and teammate, "You wish. I'm looking for Nathan, have you seen him?"

Warren tilted his head and regarded Madison's slightly puffy eyes, "What's wrong, you two have a lover's quarrel?"

Madison frowned, "You don't know what you're talking about, Warren."

Warren displayed a cocky smirk, "I know you put the zap on Nathan's head with that sexy little body of yours. I barely see him anymore. You got him hooked like a fish."

"Whatever," Madison sighed; she didn't have the patience. "Have you seen him, or not?"

"Sorry, Maddy." Warren lifted his beer for a draining swallow, "I haven't seen him since after the game."

Madison didn't like the way Warren kept leering at her and began to grow nervous. It was late in the evening, completely dark around the basketball court, and the nearest house was two blocks away. No one else was in the park except her and a drunken linebacker twice her size; a sixth-sense was screaming at Madison to do an about-face.

She tried to act casual, stuffing her hands in her jacket pockets, "I thought he was on his way here. If he shows up will you ask him to call me?"

Warren hopped off the picnic table and cast his empty beer can into the grass, "Why don't you wait for him? Have a drink and keep me company for a while."

Madison turned towards her car, "Tempting, but no thanks."

"Come on," Warren lunged and grabbed Madison's elbow. "I know you give it up for Nathan. So why not give me some, huh?"

Madison spun and slapped a palm across Warren's cheek, "Let go of me!"

But Warren wasn't so easily deterred and tightened his grip around Madison's arm, "What's wrong, Maddy? You'll fuck your own brother but you're too good for me? Is that it? Do you only go for guys you're related to?"

Madison tried to yank her arm away but wasn't strong enough, "You're drunk, Warren. Let me g-"

Before she even knew what was happening, Madison felt the ground hit her back blasting the air from her lungs.

Warren had thrown her to the dewy grass and was on top of her before she could react. Madison tried to yell but Warren was over twice her weight and she was struggling simply to breathe with his body pinned over hers. She started to panic when he began roughly yanking at her jeans, suddenly understanding that Warren meant to take what she wouldn't give.

"You're so fucking hot, Maddy." Warren held her prone with a forearm and pushed Madison's jeans down her hips, "Nathan doesn't know how lucky he is."

Madison shuddered with revulsion when she felt Warren's tongue slide against her cheek. "Get off me!" she growled, struggling desperately to fight against his burly form. A rough hand groped between her legs and grabbed at her panties. Madison squirmed and wriggled as much as she could to keep Warren at bay.

"Help!" she screamed hoarsely, hoping someone would hear her. "Help me!"

"Come on, Maddy," Warren rasped. His breath stunk of cheap beer, "You know you want it! You fuckin' tease..."

Fear clawed at Madison's soul. She clenched her eyes shut, unwilling to look at the evil demon of a boy about to rape her. She tried to fight him, tried to hit him or kick him, but Warren was too strong and she lacked leverage.

"You bastard," she hissed desperately, hearing the zipping sound of his fly opening.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good," Warren whispered. "You'll forget all about Nathan by the time I'm -"

Suddenly, his weight left her. Madison opened her tear-filled eyes to see Warren moving up and off her against his will.

"What are you doing?!?" Nathan yelled as he grabbed Warren by the neck and yanked him off his sister. He threw his teammate backwards with a strength fueled by anger and adrenaline. Warren crashed hard against the picnic table, sending empty beer cans flying.

Nathan was upon him in an instant, pushing Warren to the ground and beating him with savage punches. Warren briefly attempted to fight back but was quickly overwhelmed by Nathan's rage; after several solid impacts against his face, Warren felt awareness slipping from his grasp.

"Nathan!" Madison cried, struggling to stand and pull her jeans up at the same time. "Nathan, Stop! You're going to kill him!"

"That's my sister!" Nathan screamed, unrelenting in his assault.

"Nathan!" Madison cried again, throwing herself at her brother to push him away from Warren. It took all her strength, but Nathan finally stepped back. She saw fury in Nathan's eyes and knew she had to calm him before he did something they'd all regret.

"It's over," Madison pleaded, cupping Nathan's cheeks in her hands and forcing him to look into her eyes. "Nathan, it's over."

Warren moaned but made no attempt to rise from the ground.

Looking into his sister's tear-filled eyes snapped Nathan out of his rage, "Maddy, a-are you okay?"

Madison nodded quickly, caressing her palm against Nathan's jaw line.

"He didn't hurt you?"

"I'm fine," Madison assured him. "You came just in time."

"I thought... I thought he..."

Madison shook her head, refusing to let Nathan's eyes leave hers until he calmed.

"Should we call the police?" Nathan wondered after letting the tension relax from his muscles.

Madison glanced over her shoulder at Warren's bloodied face, "No, no police. He could say something about us."

"So? We're not breaking any laws. He tried to rape you!"

"Our parents would find out," Madison worried, wiping tears off her cheek. "It's not worth it. Let's just go home, okay? Please just take me home."

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Steam filled the bathroom and the glass shower door fogged over with condensation. Madison stood prone under the water trying to wash away the stench of Warren's drunken breath from her memories, but she feared it would take more than a shower. Thinking about the situation made it seem almost surreal, as though Madison were looking at herself from outside her own body. Rape was one of those awful things a person never thinks will happen to them until it does. If Nathan had been fifteen seconds slower...

Madison shuddered at the thought.

She began to question her decision not to call the police, as Nathan had suggested. What if she wasn't the last girl Warren tried to rape? What if she wasn't the first? Madison had felt scared and humiliated; she wasn't thinking clearly at the park. But she realized there was nothing to be humiliated about. If another girl could be spared what Madison suffered, which could have been a lot worse, it was her duty to speak up.

Once out of the shower Madison wrapped herself in a fluffy white towel and combed her blonde hair. She brushed her teeth, rubbed some moisturizer into her arms, and did all the things she normally did before bed. But even losing herself in her nightly routine couldn't remove the memory of Warren's lusty tongue dragging against the skin of Madison's face. She wanted to close her eyes and erase the memory, as though her mind had a 'delete' button, but it wouldn't go away. Doing her best not to cry, Madison decided she didn't want to be alone. She wanted to be with the boy she loved.

"Nathan?" Madison murmured a few moments later, lightly knocking on her brother's bedroom door.

"It's open."

Madison padded barefoot into Nathan's room, still wrapped in her bath towel.

Nathan had been lying in bed, clad only in a pair of basketball shorts, but rose when his sister came in. Even though her damp hair was without style, and she was devoid of make-up, Nathan thought his sister looked beautiful.

"How are you?" he asked with concern.

"I'm going to be okay," Madison replied. "But you were right. We should have reported Warren. I'm going to the station first thing in the morning and tell the police what happened. I couldn't live with myself if he raped another girl because I didn't come forward."

"I'll go with you," Nathan promised.

Madison closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around Nathan's chest, clasping herself against him. "Thank you. Thank you for saving me."

Nathan held his sister, smelling the shampoo in her hair. "What were you even doing there?" he wondered.

"Looking for you," she murmured against his bare chest. "To tell you how much I love you." Madison looked up to Nathan's face, "You told me you loved me, Nathan. I wanted you to know that I love you too."

"Glad to hear it," Nathan said, "but couldn't you have waited until I got home?"

"How was I supposed to know that ape Warren would be waiting to rape me?"

Nathan's eyes still carried concern, "You're sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine," Madison assured him. "I just... I got scared, and freaked out, and I want it to go away. Will you make it go away?"

"How?" Nathan wanted to know.

With one turn of her hand Madison's towel slipped free and fell to the floor. She watched her brother's eyes as they took in her suddenly nude form. She adored the desire found in Nathan's expression whenever he looked at her body. "Make me feel something else," Madison whispered as she pressed her body against his. "Make me feel good, even if it's only for a little while."

Nathan felt his sister's breasts press against his torso and her fingers glide against his back, "Are you sure? I mean after what just happened?"

Madison nodded her cheek against his bare chest, "Make love to me."

Nathan kissed his sister's forehead and then moved to turn off the lights. Moonlight streamed through the window, silhouetting his frame as Madison watched him shed his shorts and lock the bedroom door.

"We have to be quiet," Nathan said as he returned to his sister and led her towards the bed. "Our parents –"

"Came home drunk," Madison grinned. "I'm sure they're both long passed-out by now."

"Seriously?" Nathan laughed.

Madison fell backwards on Nathan's bed, drawing her brother with. He hovered over her on outstretched arms and the pair kissed, lightly at first but with growing passion. His smooth athletic frame felt so good that Madison couldn't keep her hands off her brother; her palms glided along his chest, stomach, and arms.

It was Nathan who broke the kiss. He remained over Madison, staring into her eyes. He looked wanting, but there was hesitance in his eyes.

"What is it?" Madison murmured. She wondered if he was having second thoughts.

Nathan seemed shy, "Um..."

"Are you okay?" Madison cupped his cheek, "Don't you want to? Because we don't have to -"

"I do," Nathan quickly clarified. "I'm just... I've only ever done this once, and that was a while ago. I'm not even sure we did it right."

Madison's smile lit up the room even brighter than the moon. She was relieved to know Nathan was simply shy about his inexperience and not having second thoughts about her. "It's fine," she assured him gently. "Just do what feels natural and I'll point you in the right direction when the time comes."

Nathan still looked unsure of himself, as though he didn't know how to take that first step.

"Think of my body as a football field," Madison whispered. "It's your playground, to do whatever you want with. All those times you sat in your room masturbating to pictures of me... what were you doing in those fantasies?"




We're Screwed Ch. 03



It was like Nathan had been waiting at an intersection for a green light and Madison gave it to him; he went straight for her breasts. When she felt his mouth close around a nipple Madison encouraged him by cupping her palm around the back of his head. Her fingers slid through and mingled with Nathan's short dark hair as she watched him suckle her tit.

"That feels really good," Madison whispered, feeling Nathan's erection grow to life against the outside of her thigh. She pushed on her breasts, lifting and mashing them together for her brother. "I love it when you touch my body."

Nathan alternated from one tit to the other as Madison literally fed him her breasts. The nipples grew taut when he flicked his tongue against them, as though they were begging Nathan to suck on the protruding nubs. His hands joined hers and their fingers mingled, both of them squeezing Madison's breasts until the skin all around her areola glistened in the moonlight from Nathan's slick saliva. Their pillowy softness seemed so enticing...

Madison wondered what Nathan was doing when he maneuvered over her, crawling to squat above her torso, though his intentions quickly became evident. She gathered her breasts around his cock when Nathan laid it on her chest in the narrow space between; she pushed them to mash around his length.

"You like fucking my tits, don't you?"

Nathan nodded, humping his hips back and forth to create a gentle friction, "You remember the last time we did this?"

Madison smiled, "Of course. You came all over me..."

"I love this," Nathan moaned hotly.

Madison tucked her chin against the top of her chest, waiting for the head of her brother's cock to poke out from the top of her breasts. When it did, she stuck her tongue out and lapped at the tip. Nathan made a pleasurable sound and pushed his cock closer, allowing Madison to begin sucking on the head of it. She could taste the sweet pre-cum that had already begun to leak out, savoring the flavor as she worked her tongue around the ridge of his crown.

Nathan abandoned his sister's breasts, lifting his pelvis so that Madison could take his cock. Her mouth felt amazing and he wanted more of the warmth found between her lips. Opening wider to accommodate him, Madison lifted a hand and wrapped it around Nathan's shaft, showing him just how much of his length she could take. Her eyes lifted to his and Madison watched Nathan's face as she created a vacuum with her mouth and slathered her tongue against his cock's underside.

Strands of Madison's saliva stretched between her lips and Nathan's shaft after she spit him out. Her mouth needed a break and Madison used her grip to Jerk Nathan off, her spit and his pre-cum lubricating her efforts. She pumped him firmly, watching her brother's expression grow more desperately aroused by the moment.

She started alternating between sucking on his cock for a while and then masturbating him. When he was in Madison's mouth she focused on the head, suckling it like a piece of candy and making wet smacking noises with her lips. When he was in her hand, Madison focused on his shaft and pumped Nathan with swift strokes. It didn't take long for Nathan's cock to swell and begin twitching, the surface of his skin growing red and puffy with the desire to cum.

Madison could tell Nathan was doing everything in his power to hold back his orgasm. "It's okay," she whispered. "Do you want to cum in my mouth?"

"Oh god..." Nathan moaned.

"It's okay," Madison repeated. "That way you'll last longer when we make love."

Placing her mouth around his cock again, Madison began bobbing her head forward and letting her lips drag back and forth against the firm ridge around Nathan's crown. She flicked her tongue against the soft cleft beneath his head, teasing the tender part of his cock until she felt his shaft pulse. Squeezing her hand tightly, Madison suckled and coaxed the semen from him.

Nathan groaned loudly when he felt the cum rise up his shaft. His erection throbbed and flexed as though it were a pump, his orgasm erupting within Madison's mouth. He could see her throat working as she attempted to swallow it all, but his leaping cock popped free of her lips and two thick globs of white goo flowed onto her upper lip and the corner of Madison's mouth. Her tongue quickly snaked out, curling to gather the cum and draw it in before she replaced the head of his cock between her lips and sucked the last of his orgasm out.

Labored breaths escaped Nathan's throat as he watched his sister stare up at him wantonly and lick the last of his pleasure off her lips, "That was the most amazing thing I've ever felt."

Madison smiled, her hand gently stroking Nathan's cock, "So you liked getting a blowjob from your girlfriend?"

Nathan smiled back, "Is that what you are now?"

Madison nodded cutely, "I stopped thinking of you as my brother right about the time you first came all over my body."

"I want to make love to my girlfriend," Nathan declared softly.

"Okay," Madison readily agreed. "Hurry, before you get too soft."

Nathan crawled off Madison's torso, moving onto the bed at her side. "Would you...?"

"Sure," Madison grinned, placing a palm on Nathan's muscled chest and prodding him to lay on his back. She rose and straddled him, reaching between her legs to grasp Nathan's penis and aim it towards the entrance of her sex. He was still hard enough to penetrate her and it was Madison's hope that she could get Nathan within her and not offer his cock a chance to go flaccid.

A soft gasp escaped Madison's throat when she felt his shaft slide into her entrance. Beneath her, Nathan shivered and she asked, "Are you tender?"

Nathan nodded.

"I'll go slow," Madison assured him, lowering herself until the entirety of his cock was within her and her ass rested on his pelvis. She leaned forward on outstretched arms, her palms flat against Nathan's hairless chest. She felt his hands slide up her thighs before gripping her hips. Riding him gently, Madison worked their union slowly.

"I can't believe we're finally doing this," Nathan stared into her eyes.

"I know," Madison agreed. Then she added a soft, "I love you, Nathan."

Nathan sat up beneath his sister, wrapping his arms around her torso and lifting his chin to kiss her. Hungry lips greeted his as Madison eagerly sucked on Nathan's lips and tongue, her passion pouring out.

"I love you too," Nathan murmured, breaking the kiss and moving to Madison's neck. "I'm always going to protect you, Maddy. I'll never let anyone hurt you."

Madison curled a hand around the back of Nathan's head encouragingly, letting him suck on her neck as she began rolling her hips in his lap. She felt his hands slide down her back and rest on her ass, his fingers squeezing into her soft flesh. All of the fear and pain from her near-rape flowed away as Madison clung to her brother and felt his love grow and fill her passage.

"I want you to cum inside me," Madison whispered as Nathan left a mark on her neck with suckling lips. "Don't worry about making me pregnant."

Nathan looked up into her eyes, "You're taking protection?"

Madison nodded and briefly kissed him, "I'm on the pill, so it's okay. When you cum I want to feel it. I want your love inside me."

"Okay," Nathan whispered as Madison pressed him backwards. He laid down as she began thrusting her hips with more purpose. Madison hovered over him, leaning on his chest again, and her blonde curls spilled over her shoulders to hang above Nathan's face.

Madison made love to him with a gyrating motion, clenching her vagina muscles to work his cock. Increasing her pace, Madison began humping him with earnest and gasping wantonly each time his member plunged upwards into her pussy. She held his pectoral muscles, her thumbs grazing against Nathan's nipples, and both of them could hear the quiet noises of Madison's breasts slapping against her own sternum.

A moan escaped Madison's throat when she felt her brother grab her hanging tits, the swaying flesh too enticing for him to ignore. She loved the way his hands felt on her body, adoring the fact that her brother was finally inside her. They were finally making love and nothing in the world had ever felt so right to Madison.

"This feels so good," Nathan whispered as his hips rose to meet Madison's rolling hips. "God, your pussy is so warm. It's so fucking good."

"I know, lover." Madison closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations between her legs. Nathan filled her entirely, his cock creating a beautiful friction within her passage, "Tell me you love me, again. Tell me I'm your girlfriend and that you'll keep me safe."

"You are," Nathan assured her. "You're the only girl I want, Maddy. You're my girlfriend and the only woman in my life. I love you so much."

Madison whimpered at her brother's words, her hands clutching his chest. She began to hump violently above him, almost bouncing on his cock.

"I'll always keep you safe," Nathan continued, "I'll never let anyone hurt you and I'll love you forever."

"Oh, Nathan." Madison gasped, "I love you so much! I'm going to cum, baby. I'm going to cum on my boyfriend's beautiful cock..."

Nathan clutched his arms around Madison when she collapsed atop his chest. He could feel her breasts press against him as she began to shake and quiver, whimpering moans flowing out of her.

"Fuck me," she begged into his ear, her hair scattered over Nathan's face. Madison was on the edge and needed to feel Nathan's manhood penetrating into her sex as deeply as possible.

Lifting sharply with his hips, Nathan humped his cock upwards with powerful thrusts. Madison squirmed and shook, her pussy quivering around his shaft as an orgasm consumed her entire existence. He held her tightly in his strong arms and was quickly overcome by the spasms surrounding his erection.

"Oh!" Nathan grunted, "Oh god!"

Madison felt it when Nathan's sperm began flowing into her insides, the warm wetness filling her and completing her. She choked on a scream as their union was finally consummated by their mutual orgasms, digging her face into his shoulder so that the sound was muffled.

Nathan bucked beneath her a few times, thrusting his cum deeply, until he was spent and went motionless. Kissing his shoulder, Madison felt an urge never to leave her brother's arms. "Hold me," she urged. "Don't leave me."

Nathan didn't move, his arms a castle around Madison's form. His cock remained within her sex. "I won't leave you," he promised. "Ever."

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Madison awoke the following morning coiled against her brother's naked body. Her head rested on his shoulder, her hand lay at his chest, and one of her legs was hooked and mingled between his. She didn't move, listening to the rhythmic sound of Nathan's breath as he slept. One of his arms was lazily wrapped around her, his hand curled loosely to grip her around the waist. Madison had never felt so happy in her life, so complete. She knew at that exact moment that she wanted to wake up the same way, every day, for the rest of her life.

Thoughts of the future flashed across Madison's mind as though she were watching a movie preview. She saw herself on her wedding day, handsome Nathan beside her. She saw the children they would have together, beautiful children who would play in the backyard with their wonderful father...

Then, a knock came on the bedroom door. "Honey?" her mother called, "Nathan? Are you awake?"

Madison's eyes widened in panic. "Nathan!" she hissed, jostling him awake.

"Huh -?" Nathan stirred, squinting about.

"I have to get out of here," Madison whispered urgently. "It's my mother!"

Both teens scrambled out of bed.

"Honey?" Joyce called again.

"Um, just a minute!" Nathan yelled as Madison pulled one of his tee shirts over her nude form.

Madison tossed Nathan his shorts before making a bee-line for the window.

"Nathan?" came Joyce's voice through the door. "What's going on in there?"

"Hang on," Nathan thought fast, pulling the shorts up his legs. "I don't have any clothes on..."

As soon as Madison was clear, Nathan unhooked the lock and opened his bedroom door.

"Were you still asleep?" Joyce asked, glancing around his room. "What was that noise I heard?"

"Uh," Nathan scratched the top of his head, "I was doing push-ups."

"Without any clothes on?" Joyce wondered.

Nathan lifted a shoulder and offered a feeble grin.

Joyce rolled her eyes, "Well, I'm about to make breakfast if you want to come down - I could use some help setting the table. Have you seen your sister? She not in her room."

"Not since the game last night," Nathan lied.

"I wonder where that girl is? It's not like her to stay out all night."

Nathan followed his step-mother downstairs, trying to think of a way to get Madison back into the house and explain her absence.

Madison suddenly stepped through the front door. She was still in Nathan's tee shirt, which hung just past her hips and barely protected her modesty.

"Maddy?" Joyce looked towards her daughter with confusion, "What are you doing?"

"Um..." Madison lifted her hand, which held the Saturday morning newspaper. "I was just out getting the paper."

"Dressed like that?" Joyce shook her head disdainfully, "We have neighbors, honey. Go upstairs and put some clothes on, then help your brother set the breakfast table."

Nathan could barely contain his smirk.

Madison tossed her brother the paper as she passed by on the way towards the stairs. "We're so screwed." she muttered.



We're Screwed



As she walked towards the student parking lot, and for the whole drive home, Madison kept trying to think of what she'd say to Nathan. Should she be blunt and a mean? That path would certainly sever any future desires he might have, but it was a bit chilly and Madison didn't want to be cruel. But if she played it too nice Nathan might think she had doubts about what she was saying, and he might think it was okay to continue pursuing her. Or was she over-analyzing the situation? Was it possible Nathan felt the same way she did, and wanted nothing more to do with her sexually?

Madison scowled at herself as she drove. Why did the notion of Nathan not desiring her seem so bothersome?

She was happy to see Nathan's pickup in the driveway when she got home, relieved that he hadn't been out with friends or late at football practice. She'd have about an hour before her parents got home from work to sort the situation out.

"Nathan," Madison called out upon entering the house, "you home?"

"Upstairs," he called back from his bedroom.

"Hey," Madison greeted as she appeared in Nathan's bedroom doorway. She was wearing her favorite white-denim jeans and a pink baby-doll tee. Her long blonde hair was gathered away from her face in a pony tail.

"Hey," Nathan greeted back, seated on his bed and tying his tennis shoes. His only other article of clothing was a pair of baggy shorts, which left his torso bare. A basketball rested on the floor by his feet.

"Going somewhere?" Madison asked.

"Just out to the driveway to shoot some hoops."

"Mind if we talk first?"

"No," Nathan shook his head. "I assume you want to talk about last night?"

Madison nodded, licking her lips. She caught herself staring at Nathan's abs and quickly lifted her eyes to his, "Sorry I freaked out on you last night."

"It's cool," Nathan assured her. "It wasn't exactly a normal situation, huh?"

"Definitely not," Madison grinned. She was glad that Nathan realized, at least on some level, that what they had done was wrong. "You didn't tell anybody, did you?"

Nathan winced.

Madison approached him, "You told somebody?!"

"Just Warren," Nathan admitted.

"Nathan!" Madison slapped his bare shoulder with the palm of her hand. The sound echoed through the room, and Madison realized she had hit him harder than intended.

"Ow!" Nathan flinched away from her.

"I can't believe you!" Madison exclaimed, "We agreed not to tell anyone; so you go tell Warren? The whole city is going to know about what happened!"

"He's not like that," Nathan defended his friend. "Warren isn't a gossiper."

"Even if he does keep our secret, how do you think that makes me feel? Every time he comes over to hang out with you he's going to look at me and know what we did!"

"I'm sorry," Nathan replied honestly, "I hadn't even thought about that. Seriously, I'm really sorry."

Madison stomped her foot and fumed, "God! Why didn't I just go live in the dorms? This never would have happened."

"I'm glad it happened," Nathan said.

Madison glared at him, "So you like making my life a living hell?"

"No, but you're the sexiest girl I've ever seen. Last night was amazing, I've never been so turned-on in my life."

Madison blinked, her anger fading.

"I'd give anything to do that again," Nathan continued. "I don't care what anyone thinks. It's not like we're related; so what if our parents are married? If you were just a girl at school I'd be chasing after you to be my girlfriend."

"Nathan..." Madison murmured, wanting to say more, but everything she had come up with to say while driving home evaporated from her brain.

"I've had a crush on you since the first time we met, back when dad was dating your mom." Nathan stood up from his bed, "I can't help how I feel. So yeah, I'm happy about last night. It was like a dream come true for me."

Madison laid a palm on Nathan's bare chest after he stood, "That's really sweet, Nathan, and if you weren't my step-brother I probably would date you. But the fact is: you are my brother. I also happen to have a boyfriend."

"I get it," Nathan nodded. "I just wanted to be honest with you about how I felt. You deserve that."

Madison made a thankful smile before lifting a kiss to Nathan's cheek, "I'm glad you understand."

Nathan bent to pick up his basketball, "And I'm glad you didn't stay mad about me having pictures of you in your bikini."

Madison laughed when Nathan winked at her, "Just keep them off your Facebook page, okay? Otherwise do with them what you will."

As Nathan went outside to shoot hoops, Madison returned to her room. She was thankful that Nathan didn't get too weird or clingy; he had actually been rather charming about the whole situation. But as she sat down at her desk to power her computer on and so some homework, Madison thought back to what Nathan had said about having a crush on her. Few boys ever admitted such things and Madison found his honesty attractive; she liked that he was willing to appear vulnerable instead of putting up a macho front or playing games.

Suddenly distracted from her thoughts of Nathan by her ringing cell phone, Madison saw that her boyfriend Grant was calling. "Hey sweetie," she answered.

"What's up?" Grant asked.

"Nothing, I just got home a little while ago; about to do some homework. But I'm glad you called, I was thinking about you."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, I wanted to ask you something." Madison propped her phone between ear and shoulder as she typed a password into her laptop's start-up screen. "Do you ever fantasize about me when you masturbate?"

"What?"

"Sorry," Madison giggled. "I know that question is out of left field, but I was curious."

"I don't do that," Grant declared defensively.

Madison laughed at the obvious lie, "Whatever. It's okay Grant, all guys do it. I just want to know if you ever fantasize about me."

"You shouldn't ask me that kind of stuff, it's private."

Madison started to get irritated by Grant's resistance, "Too private for your girlfriend?"

"Why are you asking about this? You shouldn't talk about stuff like that."

"About masturbation?" Madison frowned, "What's the big deal?"

"It's embarrassing," Grant replied.

"Grant, I'm your girlfriend. What is so embarrassing about telling me that you fantasize about me? I'd love to know something like that. Girls like knowing they're desired."

"What's wrong with you?" Grant wondered. "You're acting weird."

"Nothing is wrong with me," Madison sounded offended. "It's a simple question."

"Well I don't want to talk about it, okay?"

Madison exhaled her frustration, "Fine. What are you doing tonight? I haven't seen you all week."

"I'm busy tonight; me and the guys are getting together to play 'Madden'."

"So you'd rather play video games over spending time with your girlfriend?"

"It's not like that..."

"You're always hanging out with the guys," Madison complained.

"Jeez, when did you get so clingy?"

Madison let out a stunned breath, "What did you just call me?"

"What do you expect me to think? You bitch about me hanging out with my friends and you're asking me all these weird questions about..." Grant whispered the last word, "masturbation."

"Well I'm sorry I'm such a demanding and clingy girlfriend," Madison fumed angrily. "But if that's the way you feel, you better start getting used to jerking off because you certainly won't be getting any more from me!"

Madison growled in frustration and hung up her phone. Boys could be so infuriating!

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Curling his wrist and letting fly, Nathan watched in satisfaction as his shot hit nothing but net. He trotted to retrieve the basketball when he heard a familiar voice from behind.

"Hi Nathan."

Nathan picked up his ball and turned around to see Millie. She was on her mountain bike, stopped and leaning on one outstretched leg at the foot of the driveway. She was wearing a pair of tight spandex shorts and a matching sports bra. Millie was a tall and attractive girl with short black hair and big green eyes. She also had been Nathan's first and only girlfriend, though they had broken up more than four months previous.

"Hey," Nathan replied, dribbling as he walked towards the end of the driveway. "What's up?"

"Just out for a ride," Millie replied. "The season starts soon and I want to be in shape."

Nathan remembered that Millie was the school's star Girl's Volleyball player and often rode bicycle to stay fit, "You're looking pretty good to me."

"Thanks," Millie smiled. She looked over Nathan's sweaty torso, "You look good too."

As the former couple continued to chat at the foot of the driveway, Madison happened to be in the kitchen fetching something to drink and glanced out a front-facing window. She was surprised to see Millie, since her and Nathan had broken up months ago, and moved closer to the window to see what they were doing. Millie was smiling and laughing at Nathan as the two looked to get on well, which created a ball of jealous energy in the pit of Madison's stomach.

"What is wrong with me?" Madison wondered aloud, forcing herself away from the window. She knew she had no right feeling jealous over Nathan, but the emotion was welling within her all the same. Retreating to her bedroom Madison did her best not to think about Nathan, Grant, boys, or sex. She sat at her desk and started working on a paper due the following week, tapping away upon her laptop.

During dinner with their parents later that evening Madison tried to act completely normal but found she couldn't even look at Nathan without thinking about what a sexy chest he had, or what it felt like to feel his orgasm spill out onto her stomach. She wondered if Nathan could tell that she was having problems making eye contact with him.

By the end of the evening, after her parents had gone to bed, Madison had gotten so worked up thinking about her brother that she was practically dripping. She tried to deny her desires, but her brain refused to cooperate with her libido. Madison decided she had to do something and knew that she'd never get to sleep unless she masturbated.

Lying upon her bed, wearing only her tight pink baby-doll tee, Madison reached between her legs and sighed as her pointer finger found her clitoris. She rubbed against it in little circles, closing her eyes and spreading her knees. Images of Nathan filled her mind's eye as she pictured him stroking his beautiful cock. A quiet moan escaped her throat when she imagined that he was sitting at that same moment, looking at his pictures of her on his computer, and shooting his cum all over himself. It was a powerful aphrodisiac to be desired in such a carnal way and Madison liked being the object of Nathan's sexual attention. She loved the idea of him finding her so attractive that he beat off in his room to fantasies of touching her body.

Suddenly, as the lust-filled thoughts of her step-brother dominated her mind, orgasmic tremors fluttered between Madison's legs. She switched fingers and began vigorously flicking her middle finger against her swelling clit. She quietly gasped at every quake of pleasure as her orgasm slowly grew, and before long she was squirming over the covers of her bed and near the precipice. Her knees curled and her legs kicked as Madison dug her heels into the bed. She clutched the bedspread tightly, her face a wincing twist of arousal, and then her orgasm overcame her. She took deep gasping breaths while her whole body shook and Madison had to consciously prevent herself from crying out in sexual pleasure.

She came down slowly, her finger still lightly dancing against her sex, and Madison finally opened her eyes with a satisfied sigh. Glancing at the door she realized she had forgotten to lock it and smiled at her own carelessness. She imagined Nathan walking in on her, just as she had walked in on him the night previous. What a sight she would provide with her legs spread wide and her fingers glistening with her own slick juices. Perhaps she wanted to get caught, Madison thought, and she pondered what she would do if Nathan did appear.

She didn't have long to ponder.

"Hey Maddy?" came Nathan's sudden voice from beyond the door, followed by a knock. "You took Algebra last year, right?"

Madison's eyes went wide and she froze as the door knob turned.

"Can you help me?" Nathan said as he opened the door and walked in. "I can't figure this... problem... holy shit."

Both siblings were still for several moments as though time was standing still. They stared right at each other, unable to wrap their minds around the irony.

Nathan was the first to speak. "I-I'm sorry," he stuttered.

Madison sat up and pushed her knees together; her tee-shirt fell to partially cover her trimmed mound, "Nathan...!"

"I'm really sorry," Nathan repeated, though other than his mouth he was motionless.

"Um, could you shut the door?" Madison asked shyly, fearing that her parents would be the next ones to barge in even though she knew they had gone to bed. She purposefully let it be ambiguous what side of the door she wanted Nathan to be on when it closed, curious what he would do.

Reaching his arm back, Nathan pushed the door shut without taking his eyes off Madison. "How fucked up is this?" he said in a quietly calm voice.

Madison curled her arms around her legs, mindful of her modesty, "I know, I can't believe this happened two nights in a row."

Nathan stared at Madison's bare legs, admiring their shapely perfection. "So, um, what were you thinking about?"

Madison swallowed under her step-brother's scrutiny, aroused by the way he was looking at her. "You," she whispered.

"Did you get to finish?" Nathan asked, duplicating the question Madison had asked of him roughly twenty-four hours earlier.

Madison made a tiny little smile. "Yeah," she answered, her voice a murmur, "but I was working on round two and didn't finish that one."

Nathan stepped closer to the bed, "Do you want to?"

"Yes," was Madison's heated reply.

Nathan pulled a worn basketball jersey over his head and let it fall to the carpet before crawling onto Madison's bed, "What were you fantasizing about, when you thought of me?"

Madison's legs parted slightly, giving Nathan a view of her neatly-trimmed blonde pubic hair, "I was remembering how you stroked yourself for me last night, and how hot it was watching you cum."

Kneeling on the bed and facing his sister, Nathan pushed the hem of his loose shorts so that they fell to mid-thigh. His erection was already fully developed and it strained against his tight boxer-briefs, "Do you want me to do it for you again?"

Without any conscious thought from her, Madison's knees slowly parted even further. She stared at Nathan's bulge with wanton eyes and nodded at him. "Yes," she whispered in a barely-audible voice.

Nathan pushed the elastic hem of his briefs down, letting his erection spring out.

Taking in a sharp breath, Madison couldn't look away. She leaned back against her bed's pillows and her hand immediately went between her thighs as she watched Nathan grasp his shaft with a firm grip. "I can't believe we're doing this again."

"I know," Nathan replied, beginning slow strokes. With his other hand he reached out, rubbing a palm against the inside of Madison's thigh to feel her soft skin, "You have such sexy legs."

Madison lifted the leg Nathan was caressing and propped a dainty foot against the slender but defined pectoral muscle of his chest. She watched as he dipped his chin and kissed her painted toes. His hand was sliding along the underside of her shapely calf, giving her goose bumps.

"I love how you look at me," Madison whispered, watching the way Nathan's eyes roamed over her leg in tune with his caressing hand. Occasionally he glanced down to her pussy, where she was teasing her engorged clit with the tip of her middle finger.

"The real thing is so much better than a picture," Nathan said. The feel of his step-sister's leg felt amazing against his hand, arousing him beyond what he thought was possible. His erection was rock hard in his masturbating hand, and slippery pre-cum leaked profusely from its tip.

Madison smiled gently at Nathan's comment. "You're such a perv," she teased. But she loved the forbidden attention Nathan was giving her. She had to slow her masturbating finger for fear of an orgasm arriving too soon.

"You like it," Nathan accused, seeing the lust in Madison's eyes.

Madison nodded in admission.

"You like watching me jerk off."

"I do," Madison murmured, her eyes lowering to his hard length. Nathan was pumping it with long slow strokes and she sensed he was holding back just as she was. His defined cock-head bulged with arousal and secreted a clear fluid every time Nathan's fist moved over it. "You have a really beautiful cock, Nathan. I love watching you touch it."

"It's so hard right now," Nathan informed her.

Madison lowered her foot from Nathan's chest and sat up, getting a closer look. Nathan stared as her breasts strained against the tight material of her tee and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra; Madison's stiff nipples were poking at the cotton material.

Nathan's breath caught in his throat as Madison reached forward; he stopped masturbating when she wrapped her fingers around his shaft. She let out a surprised breath when she felt how turgid it was. It was warm against her hand, and his skin was slick from all the pre-cum that had been drooling out. Nathan's breath came with a struggle as soon as he felt Madison's hand on his ultra-sensitive skin, his scrotum immediately puffing up to a rigid state in an affect similar to her goose bumps.

"It looks so powerful," Madison said, trying to stroke him like she saw Nathan do to himself. She noticed that he had been squeezing his cock tightly, so she squeezed her fingers with a firm grip. "Your cock looks like it could explode at any moment," she murmured, feeling it pulse in her hand.

Nathan daringly reached down and grasped Madison's breasts through her tee, one in each hand. She whimpered when she felt him grope her and the motion of his squeezing palms caused a friction between her shirt and her nipples. A fire began burning in her clit and Madison sped up her masturbating finger, rapidly flicking it against her swollen button.

"Do they feel good?" Madison asked in a breathy tone.

"Fuck yes," Nathan moaned. His hips started to move and he began humping his cock into Madison's grip. Her breasts were like soft gelatinous mounds in his hands and Nathan kneaded his fingers into them roughly.

"Oh my god," Madison gasped suddenly, "Nathan..."

The way he was groping her breasts was driving her crazy; his hands felt so hungry as Nathan continued squeezing and fondling her. A shiver consumed her body as Madison's orgasm moved from a simmer to a raging boil. She whimpered softly, soft chirps of pleasure escaping her throat. "I'm cumming," she squeaked, her expression twisting; the hand between her legs was a blur as she rapidly masturbated her clit.

Nathan watched as his sister humped against her own fingers. The grip she held on his erection weakened, so he replaced her hand with his own and began rapidly pumping his cock.

Madison looked up to Nathan's eyes when she felt his pawing hands leave her breasts, seeing a need in his face. He looked like he was in pain, but she knew it was only the urgency of his arousal. "Cum on me again," she urged.

"Oh god, Maddy..." Nathan moaned.

She yanked on the hem of her tee, pulling it up. Madison arched her back and showed Nathan her suddenly bared chest, "I want to feel your cum on me again, Nathan, I want to feel your hot cum on my skin."

Nathan grunted when he saw Madison's tits. They were perfectly-sized sacks of flesh with chewy-looking pink nipples that hung against her ribs. He pumped himself obscenely, aiming his cock towards his sister.




We're Screwed



"Oh fuck!" Madison gasped when she felt the first ejection of Nathan's semen blast between her breasts. His milky fluid was warm against her skin, and more ropes of cum followed; long beads of it flew the short distance between their bodies.

"Oh Nathan," Madison cooed, looking down at her torso. She was decorated with several long strands of sticky cum. One thick glob hung from her breast, while thinner strands clung to her ribs and stomach. She adored the fact that Nathan had been so aroused by her that it made him cum so much.

"Holy fuck," Nathan breathed. "I've never cum like that. That was incredible."

Madison's smile lit up her face, pleased by the fact that she had turned Nathan on to such a degree. "Are you kidding? That was amazing!" she beamed. "God, Nathan, that was really fucking hot."

Nathan slumped back on the bed, weak from the ordeal of orgasm. "Yeah," he agreed. "You're so sexy. Thank you, I'm never going to forget this."

"Oh Nathan, you silly boy." Madison looked down at the mess on her body, gathering a dollop of cum on her hand before it dripped off her breast and onto the bedspread, "You turn me on just as much as I do you."

"Really?" Nathan sounded surprised.

Madison nodded, crawling from the bed to find something she could clean herself up with, "I had an orgasm, didn't I?"

"But earlier you said...?

"I know what I said," Madison found a towel and began wiping her tummy. "But I haven't been able to stop thinking about you all day."

"What does that mean?" Nathan wondered.

"I don't know," Madison replied, moving the towel to her hanging breasts. "I mean, I know all the reasons we shouldn't be doing this, but you get me so turned-on."

Nathan contemplated the situation. He imagined the reaction their parents would have if they found out, and guessed at the rumors and gossip a relationship with Madison would generate at school.

Nathan's line of thinking only led him to one conclusion, "We're screwed."

Madison laughed, having already come to the same conclusion, "Yeah."