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Kindled in Fiction

By: LesLumens



Amanda moved the phone to her other ear once it started ringing, looking at the bare walls of her bedroom and still finding it strange. "Hello," she heard from the other end of the line on the second ring.

"Hello, Nick. Sorry I couldn't come over today. Did everything get there okay?"

"Nothing's broken, Sis. You can stop worrying now. Don't worry about having to work, either. It's not like I have anything better to do," Nick answered and then laughed.

"One more trip left. I can't believe I'm moving back into the house."

"I can't believe I'm still here, but life doesn't always work out like you plan."

"Tell me about it. I should really get some sleep so that I'm not exhausted tomorrow when I have to pack up what's left and make the drive. Love you, Nick."

"Love you too, Sis. Bye."

"Bye."

Amanda hung up the phone and stretched. Flipping her shoulder-length brown hair back over her shoulders, she walked over to her computer desk. Other than the bed, it was the only remaining piece of furniture left in the house she'd lived in for the last two years and four months. Pushing those thoughts out of her head, she sat down and clicked to open her email.

One address and subject line jumped out at her immediately. She bit her lower lip and clicked, finding a short message and a link. She knew that she probably shouldn't click that link tonight, and should go to bed as she'd told her brother she would, but she couldn't resist. Her fingers were already clicking before her brain even had time to protest.

When the erotica site opened in her browser, Amanda felt her juices start flowing before she'd even read one word. Her escape and guilty pleasure in the final year of her short marriage, the racy writings of her favorite author always captivated and excited her.

She'd stumbled across the site and his writing by happenstance, as she would have never even considered reading sex stories -- let alone stories about incest -- if she'd thought about it. The story had caught her from the first word, however. By the time the taboo romance built to the point of sex, she'd already overcome her initial uneasiness. The orgasm she'd experienced while fingering herself as she read was one of the strongest she'd had in years.

After that, she devoured every other story that he'd written, and moved on to read other taboo tales while waiting for new chapters from AlostOne. His newest chapter in her favorite story drew her in immediately.

The character John in the story was struggling to hide his relationship with his sister, and more specifically struggling with the necessity to do so. The relationship between John and Linda had built so slowly to such a perfect place that it almost made Amanda feel envious of the two imaginary people on the digital pages. They had everything she'd ever wanted, and yet had to hide their love from the world. John had experienced an especially stressful day of dealing with a co-worker he always clashed with, and turned to his sister for comfort.

The story had gone several chapters without any sex, and as Amanda recognized the building passion between the two characters, her own arousal grew stronger in response. As Linda pulled free her brother's manhood to engulf it in her mouth, Amanda pulled up her nightgown and shrugged off her panties. She knew that she couldn't possibly read the rest of the story without relieving the already strong ache between her legs.

Amanda's fingers glided slowly over her folds as she read AlostOne's account of the tender oral scene. She could feel every ounce of soft, sweet emotion from the couple in the story, and feel every vein and contour of John's cock in her own mouth as she caressed her nether lips. When John pulsed into Linda's mouth, Amanda could almost taste the bittersweet offering as well.

The couple cuddled in the story, holding each other and gaining the strength to endure from the closeness and their soft words. When John's manhood swelled again in the story, Amanda's fingers moved faster.

As John's erection slid into Linda's depths in the story, Amanda pressed two fingers into her wet heat. She let out a sharp gasp as the digits penetrated her and her thumb rubbed her bud beneath its protective sheathe.

There was nothing of fucking in the words on the page, though the couple's passions had risen to such on occasion within the story. In this chapter, only making love could possibly summarize the gentle, sensual coupling of Linda and her brother. Amanda's fingers followed the same pace as the story, building the heat and pressure within her at a slow boil.

As the couple in the story neared climax together, so did Amanda. Her fingers moved more quickly, even as John's hips thrust faster on the page. The words conveyed every touch, every word, and every emotion to Amanda as though she was there. It was not her fingers stroking her velvety depths, but John's throbbing manhood, so close to releasing deep inside her.

On the page, Linda reached her peak at the exact same moment as John coated her walls with a hot rush of his seed. Amanda let out a warbling cry of release as she too climaxed, a perfect three-way simultaneous orgasm -- even if two of the characters existed only in her mind.

Amanda continued to stroke her folds and shudder as the couple in the story kissed and caressed -- still joined by a bridge of emotion and John's stiff member. A halting rub of her bud caused the blissful waves of orgasmic energy within Amanda to spike, drawing a yelp from her and causing her to slump so much in the chair that she nearly fell to the floor. She panted for breath, holding her hand motionless with her thumb still pressed over her hood and her fingers buried deep inside her.

Amanda managed to find the strength to slide back into a proper position in the chair, her breathing still heavy and her body still aglow with the aftereffects of her orgasm. She chuckled as she read about the couple drifting off to sleep, through eyelids that were difficult for her to keep open.

When she at last managed to catch her breath, Amanda sat up straight and scrolled down to the closing note of the chapter. AlostOne thanked all his readers, as he always did, and made special note of a few readers who had sent him pictures of themselves in the aftermath of reading his stories.

That's the least I could do, for someone who writes so beautifully and seems so lonely, Amanda thought. She'd never even considered taking photos of herself nude before, but in this moment, it just felt right. Bringing up a new window, she turned on the webcam atop her computer and aimed it. After pulling off her nightgown, she could see her body from her breasts to her knees on the screen. A creamy stream of her juices trickled from her nether lips into the surrounding dark curls -- also sticky with her wetness -- the evidence of her orgasm plainly visible in the shot. After a moment of hesitation, she clicked the mouse and saved the picture.

Amanda pulled back on her panties, a chill racing up and down her spine as the soft cloth covered her still sensitive sex. She stared at the picture, wondering if she had the willpower to attach it to an email. She was amazed to see how flushed her body was in the picture, a rosy glow infusing her chest and breasts.

Clicking back to the email window, she hit the reply button -- yet another daring step for her. Once again she hesitated with the cursor hovering over the attach button. She knew that if she typed one word first that she would never attach the picture. With another surge of willpower, her fingers clicked the mouse.

With the picture attached to the email, Amanda typed a quick note to the author, telling him how much she loved the chapter. She typed at the end, But a picture is worth a thousand words, and signed it with her internet name.

Only one step remained. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she chuckled, and then clicked the send button.

Amanda closed the windows with rapid-fire clicks, and then stood up immediately. She walked over to her bed with her cheeks burning, but feeling extremely sexy and excited at the same time. Once she turned out the lights, her fingers again brought her to a shuddering climax before she fell asleep.

****

Pulling into the driveway felt almost surreal to Amanda. She hadn't been home in over a year, even feeling too emotionally overwhelmed to go to the visitation after her mother's funeral. Now, she was coming home to stay.

Parking the car, she stared at the familiar sight of her girlhood home. Right in front of her, a dent in the garage door that she'd made when she was sixteen was still there. A huge pot of violets sat on the porch, only a small portion of what her mother had nurtured from a single plant brought home from school in a styrofoam cup for Mother's Day. Most of the family and her mother's friends had equally large pots filled with violets from that single plant. A weather report on the radio warning of possible frost overnight -- a stark contrast to the unseasonably warm autumn day -- prompted her to make a mental note to bring the plants into the house.

She could feel her eyes misting over, and once again wondered if this was a good idea. Shaking her head, she chased the thoughts away. As hard as it was to come home, she knew it would have been harder to stay anywhere near her abusive ex-husband or anything that reminded her of that nightmarish time. She knew she would miss her new friends, but she looked forward to catching up with old ones that had remained in the area.

The sight of her sandy-haired brother stepping out the front door chased away the edges of melancholy threatening to overwhelm Amanda, and she opened the car door as soon as she saw him.

"Welcome home, Sis," he said as he walked toward her. He wrapped his arms around her and said, "It's good to see you."

"It had better be, because you're going to have to see me every day now," Amanda responded and laughed.

Nick laughed with her and said, "Come on inside, we'll get your things later. I know you have to be tired after that long drive."

She followed him into the house, feeling the same mix of strangeness and nostalgia that she'd experienced upon pulling into the drive. Everything remained much the same as she remembered it except for an exercise machine she could see in the den just off the family room. Recognizing it as one of those expensive machines advertised on television, she wondered how Nick had managed to afford it.

Noticing her glance, he said, "One of my friends gave it to me when he went to college. I couldn't really get out because I was taking care of Mom, and he didn't want to mess with putting it in storage. I work out a few times a week so I don't end up a fat slob."

"You could eat everything in the refrigerator and not gain an ounce," Amanda scoffed. She hadn't noticed it in the formal clothing at the funeral, but now that he was dressed casually, Amanda could see that he had packed on a few pounds -- of muscle, not fat.

"Want something to drink?"

"I could use a Jack and Coke right now," Amanda replied as she sat down heavily on the couch.

"Will Diet Coke work?" Nick asked with a grin.

"That's fine," Amanda laughed in response. She settled into the couch, exhausted from rising early and the long drive. She wasn't looking forward to unloading the last of her things from the moving van, but she was certainly ready to end the ordeal of packing up her life and moving it across two states.

As soon as she finished her drink, she stood up with a sigh. An hour or so later, her bed and computer desk were set up amongst a mountain of boxes in her old room -- one of several such mountains she'd have to deal with over the next few days.

Seeing her eyes drooping, Nick suggested, "Just get some sleep. You can deal with all of this in the morning."

Too tired to argue, she bid her brother goodnight and prepared for bed.

****

Upon waking in the morning, Amanda moved to her computer to check her email before she was even fully awake, as she did every morning. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and stretched as she clicked through to her inbox.

When she saw the reply to the last email she'd sent, she bit her lower lip and wondered if she'd ever have the courage to open it. She still couldn't believe she'd sent a naked picture of herself to a complete stranger. Curiosity finally overwhelmed fear, and she opened the email.



Kindled in Fiction Ch. 02



Amanda closed her suitcase with a sigh. A moment later, every muscle in her body relaxed simultaneously, accompanied by a short, joyful moan. Her brother's arms around her chased away the little hints of melancholy as quickly as the feeling had arisen.

Nick kissed the nape of her neck and asked, "What's wrong, Sis?"

She crossed her arms over his, stroking his hands with her fingertips as he kissed her neck again. "I don't want to go home. I just want to stay here forever, where nobody knows us, so we don't have to hide."

After their first sweet night of lovemaking, brother and sister had found it impossible to hide their love for each other through the day. With none who knew of their family bond at the resort, they had no real need to. Like any couple in love, they'd held hands and kissed as they enjoyed a day of skiing and the breathtaking scenery.

With work looming for both of them tomorrow, they had no choice but to leave the slopes to prepare for the drive home. Amanda still felt flushed and giddy from her climax with Nick in a shared shower only an hour or so before.

"I know," Nick finally responded after several more kisses. He guided her to face him and said, "It won't be easy."

"I don't care. I've never felt so alive as I have this weekend. I've never been so in love."

"Me either," Nick agreed and kissed her.

Amanda leaned in to rest her cheek against his chest. "Promise me that everything will turn out happily ever after, like your stories."

"How about I promise that I'll do everything I can to make it happen?" Nick responded while stroking his sister's dark tresses.

She looked up into his eyes and said, "Just love me, and it will."

"That, I can promise." He then kissed her, yet another long, lingering kiss that left them both feeling light headed. "We should get going so that it isn't too late when we get home."

Amanda put on an exaggerated pout and asked, "Carry my bag for me?"

Nick laughed and kissed her pouting lips before reaching down to grab her suitcase.

****

Amanda sat down her suitcase and fumbled to find the keyhole in the dark. She'd forgotten to turn on the porch light before leaving on the trip, and that was coming back to haunt her. Finally, she managed to insert the key and unlock the door.

She let out a surprised gasp when Nick swept her into his arms and carried her across the threshold, kicking the door shut behind him. The couple shared a light-hearted kiss before he put her down to say, "Welcome home."

Amanda stroked his cheek with her fingertips and grinned. "You do know that you left our bags on the porch, don't you?"

"Oops."

She laughed and opened the door, scooting Nick's suitcase toward him and picking up her own.

"I need to go to the bathroom — quickly," Nick said, kicking his bag off to the side near the door.

"Me too, but go ahead. I can wait."

Nick nodded and hurried to the bathroom. Amanda pushed her suitcase over next to her brother's; deciding that there was nothing inside that she couldn't live without until she returned from work tomorrow. She found one message on the machine when she checked it, a request from their aunt Emily to call her.

Stretching out the kinks from the long drive, Amanda thought, That can wait until tomorrow, too.

Nick emerged from the bathroom at that moment, and Amanda gave him a little kiss as she passed. A few minutes later, she walked over to where Nick sat on the couch and kissed him passionately.

"Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?" Nick asked when their lips parted.

"You put the seat down," she answered with a beatific grin.

"I always thought that was more of a joke than a real complaint," he chuckled.

"Fall down into cold water some time when you're half asleep and you'll change your mind." The last word changed into a yawn as the expenditure of energy over the weekend and the long drive caught up with her. "I have to be up early for work, so I'm going ahead to bed."

Amanda knew her brother more than well enough to see the conflict in his eyes. She knew he was caught up in the stand-up comic he was watching, but the mention of bed was complicating his priorities. "I need to lay out a few things for tomorrow, so why don't you finish watching your show and then come tuck me in?" Her slightly coquettish grin filled in the meaning of tuck me in.

She didn't wait for an answer, but instead leaned in to kiss him, and then rose from the couch. A glance back over her shoulder caught him just turning away from watching her bottom to laugh at a joke from the comedian. She chuckled and continued to her bedroom.

After just a minute or two, she decided that most of what she would need was already in her briefcase. She opened a drawer to retrieve a nightgown, but then smiled and pushed the drawer closed again. She knew that she would just take it off again, soon enough.

Amanda pulled off her jeans, sweater, and then released the clasp of her bra with a sigh of relief. Her laptop sitting on her briefcase then reminded her that she hadn't read Nick's latest chapter yet. She picked up her laptop and slipped into bed.

Nick's writing reminded her so much of him. She found it easy now to understand why his work had so enraptured her, even before she discovered that her brother was the man behind the words on the page. His characters were all thoughtful, loving, and connected as deeply as friends as lovers.

Just like us, Amanda thought with a blissful sigh.

As the sibling couple slipped into bed in the tale, she was reminded of another similarity. Until she had experienced it in Nick's arms, she had always though of his stories as unattainable fantasy. Now, she knew better. The rapture she had experienced in his touch was beyond even what she'd imagined as she read.

That memory of their coupling mingled with his words on the page to send her passions soaring. She caressed her breasts with her free hand and teased her nipples as the heat of the scene on the page increased. When brother slipped between sister's parted thighs in the story, so too did Amanda's hand slide beneath her lacy black panties.

She stroked her folds in time to the laps of the brother's tongue in the story, her own brother's tongue in her mind. Small sighs of pleasure soon escaped her as her passion mounted, though she resisted the urge to give her fingers free rein to bring her to climax.

Thus, she was still teasing her need when she finished the chapter and Nick appeared in the doorway. Pulling her hand out of her panties, she marveled at how comfortable she felt. With the lights on in the room, she felt absolutely no sense of shame in either her nakedness or that he had observed her masturbating. She could count the number of times that any man had seen her nude in full light on one hand, and yet it felt perfectly natural with Nick.

"Come to bed," Amanda said, closing her laptop and placing it on the nightstand.

She moved to unbutton his jeans as he pulled off his shirt. By the time he managed to kick off his shoes, she had pushed his jeans and underwear down past his hips, freeing his erect manhood.

Gesturing toward the laptop, she said, "I want that, Nick. I want to feel your tongue on me, like you wrote." After those soft, anticipation filled words passed her lips, she rolled over onto her back, revealing the damp spot on her panties.

Nick climbed into the bed and tugged down on the lacy covering. Amanda lifted her bottom, allowing him to remove the panties and toss them aside. Her legs parted, and Nick slipped between them.

Amanda let out a long, cooing moan as he wriggled his tongue between her moist lips. Nick moaned as well, delighting in the taste and scent of her. His tongue pressed deeper, seeking more of the bittersweet nectar of her arousal.

A long, broad stroke of his tongue that caressed her labia and culminated in a lingering swirl over her bud forced Amanda to choke off a yelp of delight. She'd not experienced this for a long time, but she swore that nobody had ever given her such incredible pleasure before. Her entire body tingled as her hips rose up from the bed in response to his lapping.

Nick seemed to know all of her most sensitive spots, and exactly how to tease them to give her the most remarkable sensations. His lips and tongue roamed over every part of her, a rapid, darting dance that soon caused her to writhe beneath him. He moaned as he tasted the increased flow of her juices, which revealed just how good he was making her feel.

"Oh — oh Nick, so good," Amanda gasped as her pleasure mounted. She rubbed her stiff nipples as the hot pressure of her building orgasm grew by the second. "Oh please, don't stop!"

"Come for me, Sis," He moaned, and then suckled her clit between his lips to flick the swollen bud with his tongue.

Amanda's warbling groan of ecstasy sounded out loud in the room as she reached the edge, perched in that perfect place just before tumbling over into orgasm. Nick's talented tongue held her there, teetering on the brink, leaving her needing release so badly, but not wanting her pleasure to end, either.

She sucked in a pair of sharp breaths to bring air back into her starved lungs, and then groaned as the pressure of her climax swelled even more, causing her to feel as though she would burst if she didn't come soon. Her groan rapidly ascended in pitch and volume, until she finally came with a shrill cry of release.

Her thighs clamped down tight around Nick's head as he moaned into her quivering sex. She pinched her nipples hard between her fingers, and her mouth remained wide open in a silent scream as wave after wave of orgasmic energy rolled through her.

When the initial grip of her climax finally released her, Amanda's arms and legs fell heavily to the bed, all her strength expended in the intensity of her orgasm. She panted for breath, letting out little moans as Nick continued to flick his tongue slowly over her moist folds, slowly bringing her back to earth.

"Oh my god, Nick, I've never felt anything so wonderful," Amanda said in a weak voice once she found her breath again.

"You taste so good. I've dreamed about doing that for you so many times," Nick responded. "I love making you feel so good."

"I thought I was going to black out for a minute," Amanda revealed, and then let out a little chuckle. "We're so perfect together. I can't believe we wasted so much time."

"We'll have to make up for it," he said as he moved to lie down next to her.

Amanda's hand slipped between his legs to feel the throbbing hardness of his manhood, which was calling out to her. Though she still quivered from her climax, she already needed more. She needed his wonderful cock deep inside her, filling her in a way that no other man could.

Nick groaned as she wrapped her hand around him to stroke his thick shaft. "I want you, Nick," she said in a low, seductive voice, her breath warm against his skin.

Moments later, Amanda moaned as his cock slipped into her warm embrace, filling her so perfectly. She felt a curious sense of urgency, and Nick picked up on it without her saying a word. He took her quickly, driving her toward a second climax as their bodies clashed with loud slaps — though those sounds were well overshadowed by their vocalizations of pleasure.

Not long after, Amanda quivered in the afterglow, a warm pool of her brother's cream nestled deep inside her. At her side, he struggled to keep his eyes open. She kissed him and nuzzled up against him, mindless of the mess she would make of the sheets. Brother and sister drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

****

Amanda hurried to prepare for work, even though she actually had plenty of time to make it to the office in time. She wanted to arrive a little early if possible. She'd managed to put a towel over the large wet spot on the bed so Nick wouldn't roll over into it as he slept. He didn't need to get up for another couple of hours, so she'd reset the alarm to let him sleep.

Finally, she was prepared, her briefcase sitting by the door, ready to pick up as she headed for the car. A knock on the door caused her to pull up short as she walked back toward the kitchen to grab something to eat. She wondered who would knock when the doorbell button was so plain to see.

She smiled as she opened the door. "Aunt Emily, it's good to see you. I got your message, but I haven't had a chance to call yet. I was just getting ready to head to work."

The matronly woman stepped inside to hug her niece. "I figured you must have been busy, since you hadn't called. I'm in town last minute for a conference, and I can't find a hotel room anywhere except for those disreputable places that rent their rooms by the hour. I don't suppose I could impose upon you for a place to bed down for the next two days, could I?"

Inwardly, Amanda sighed as she realized how inconvenient it would be, especially in light of how she and Nick had discovered they felt about each other. "You're always welcome, you know that," she said aloud. She meant it, but she already felt the nagging edges of frustration creeping up on her. Deep down, she knew that this sort of trial was something she would have to face many more times in the future. Few would accept her relationship with Nick, and they would be forced to hide their love for many years to come.

"Sis?" Nick's sleepy voice drifted down the stairs.

Amanda panicked, because she could see him emerging from her bedroom, dressed only in his boxers, over her aunt's shoulder. She quickly called up to him, "Aunt Emily is here. She needs a place to stay for a couple of days."

The warning snapped Nick out of his sleep fog, and he quickly moved away from the top of the stairs, back out of sight — just in time. Emily turned just as he vanished down the hallway.

"I'll be down in a minute or two," he called down.

Amanda stepped back with a silent sigh of relief and said, "I hate to be rude, but I need to grab something to eat and finish getting ready for work."

"Go on, Dear. I'll try to stay out of the way while I'm here, and help out anywhere you need me."

"Nick can help you with your bags when he comes down."

"Right now, I just need a seat that isn't moving. I've been in cars and planes for hours now."

"Make yourself at home," Amanda said, and then headed for the stairs.

Nick was emerging from his room, dressed this time, when Amanda reached the top of the stairs.

"She's staying for a couple of days?" He asked with a resigned smile.

"I couldn't say no."

"We knew it would be like this. We'll just have to cope."

"I know," Amanda sighed, and then looked over her shoulder before walking up to her brother. She leaned in and gave him a brief kiss, fighting the urge to wrap her arms around him and hold on tight. "I love you," she whispered.

"I love you, too. Go to work."

Amanda nodded and turned to walk back down the stairs. She knew he was right, but it didn't make the thought of restraining her feelings for the next few days any easier.

****

"What is it, Aunt Emily?" Amanda asked as she and Nick sat down after washing the evening dishes, seeing the older woman shaking her head slightly with an odd look on her face.

"I just wish I'd taken more of your mother's advice with your cousins. They fight like cats and dogs, even now. Trying to get them to wash dishes together would have sounded like a riot in progress. The two of you get along better than most married couples."

To their credit, neither sibling showed any obvious reaction to the comment that hit very close to home.

"We've always gotten along," Nick said, letting his pinky brush against his sister's hand for just a second.

Amanda tingled all over from even that brief contact, as it was the closest thing to an intimate touch they'd been able to share all day.

Emily yawned. "Well, whatever Sissy did with the two of you, it must have been from turning around her own bad example. She was a hellcat when she was younger. The two of us ended up rolling around in the floor pulling at each other's hair more than once."

Now it was Amanda's turn to shake her head. "I just can't see Mom doing that."

"She grew up and wised up almost from the moment she found out she was pregnant with you. It was like night and day." With a great sigh, Emily levered up from her chair to stand. "Well, I have a long day tomorrow, so I'd best find my bed. Don't worry about the television, if you want to stay up. Your uncle is up all hours of the night, so I'm used to it."

"I have to be up early, so I'm turning in soon," Amanda responded.

"Well, goodnight then."

"Goodnight," Amanda and Nick answered in near perfect unison.

Amanda waited just long enough for her aunt to settle into bed before rising and crooking her finger to Nick to indicate he should follow her. Once in the kitchen, safely out of sight of the stairs, the couple shared a long-denied, passionate kiss.

Amanda sighed after their lips parted. "I really should have a shower and go to bed. It's going to feel so empty without you."

"Same here," Nick responded. "We should probably get out of here before she decides to come down for a glass of warm milk or something."

Amanda gave him one last quick peck, and then nodded her agreement before turning to leave the room. She couldn't help but smile when she looked back over her shoulder to see Nick's eyes following the sway of her bottom. He shrugged and offered an apologetic smile, forcing her to stifle a chuckle.

Once upstairs, the couple went their separate ways, to their own rooms. With their aunt across the hall exactly halfway between their bedrooms, they had little choice.

A short while later, Amanda walked out into the hallway with her nightgown — a conservative one — toward the bathroom for her shower. Once in the shower, her thoughts strayed to her brother.

Her nipples hardened as she lathered her breasts, and wetness that had nothing to do with the shower gathered between her legs. The shower puff soon hung back on its hook, and Amanda's hands strayed, along with her thoughts.

She had to clench her teeth and breathe heavily to contain her sounds of pleasure as she remembered Nick's mouth on her the night before. Her fingers danced over her folds as the warm water cascaded down upon her, beating a tattoo upon her breasts. Her hips thrust forward of their own volition as she stroked her nether lips, and her fingers moved faster as her pleasure mounted.

Water splashed from her fast moving hand against the shower curtain and the wall as her fingers blurred over her sex, rubbing her folds and the throbbing bud at the apex of her lips. Her breathing grew even heavier, and she leaned her head back in bliss. Streams from the shower perfectly struck her erect nipples as she leaned back, adding to her pleasure.

Amanda parted her legs wider and slipped two fingers into her wet heat. She thrust them in and out for a few strokes, and then slid her other hand down her body to her clit. Once again, her fingers flashed over the bud as she pumped her fingers into her depths, imagining Nick's cock inside her.

Amanda's head snapped forward as she came, slinging her wet hair over her face. She bit her lip hard, managing to keep more than a slight whimper from escaping her as she twitched in orgasm. She flexed the fingers within her and haltingly rubbed her clit, drawing out her pleasure for as long as possible.

Finally, the waves of ecstasy released her, and she let her fingers slip from her tightly clenched depths. Almost immediately, she had to brace her hand against the wall, because her knees felt as though they were about to give out on her.

Amanda panted for breath as the aftereffects of her orgasm ripple through her body. It was all she could do to maintain her balance, and she had to lean against the wall to manage it. Only when the last quake of pleasure rocked her body did she hurriedly finish washing.




Kindled in Fiction Ch. 02



She shivered from a final tingle of orgasmic energy running through her as she turned off the water and pulled the curtain open. Once she stepped out of the tub, she looked at the door to her right and smiled.

The bathroom had two doors, and one of those led directly into Nick's bedroom.

Before she had time to question the thought, Amanda stepped over and turned the knob, finding the door unlocked.

Nick turned toward the bathroom, dressed only in his boxers, and smiled when he beheld his dripping, nude sister. She gave a little wink, her cheeks filling with color, and picked up a towel to dry off.

He moved to the doorway and stood there as she blotted her body dry, watching her move with rapt attention. When Amanda dried her hair, his eyes locked on her bouncing breasts. As she pulled the towel away, she saw where he gazed and shook her shoulders to add a few final jiggles.

You are so beautiful, he mouthed to her.

Amanda beckoned him into the room, and Nick quickly complied. Once again, she marveled at how comfortable she felt around him while nude, and pulled him into a kiss. He reached down to knead her buttocks as her breasts pressed against his chest.

When they broke from the kiss, Nick leaned in to whisper in her ear. "You make me want to be with you so bad."

Once again, a scene from one of Nick's stories popped into Amanda's head. She whispered back, "I want you, too. I just got out of the shower, though, and I could never stay quiet. You make me feel so wonderful that I can't help it." She paused for a moment, and then reached down to squeeze his erection through his boxer shorts. "I haven't brushed my teeth yet, though."

Nick shuddered and let out a quiet gasp from the combination of her words and her caressing hand. He closed his eyes for a second as she tugged down on the waistband to let his cock spring free.

Amanda licked her lips with a coquettish smile and took a step back, grasping his hand at the same time. She then knelt down on the bath mat and pulled him toward her. As soon as he was within reach, she slurped the swollen head of his cock between her lips.

Now it was Nick's turn to clench his teeth tight. Amanda hadn't done this for any man in a long time, but she hadn't forgotten a thing. She could feel every throb of his thick organ against her tongue as she slowly stroked her hot mouth over about half of his length. He placed one hand on her right shoulder, and ran the fingers of his right hand through her damp tresses.

A swell of bittersweet flavor prompted Amanda to let out a little moan, the drop of pre-cum urging her on to greater efforts. She took him faster and deeper, now almost desperate to feel him explode in her mouth. Though she could tell he was fighting the urge, Nick's hips thrust toward her as her knowing mouth milked his cock.

Her still-damp hair whipped against his legs as she bobbed her head over his stiff shaft with her cheeks concave and her tongue flicking over him. His fingers tightened in her hair, and she could tell by the pace of his breathing and eroding control over his hips that he was close.

"About to..." He managed to gasp out in an almost inaudible voice as she pushed him to the point of no return. Pleased that he had thought to warn her, something too few men would bother to do, Amanda sucked him even faster in response.

She felt him swell and press against the roof of her mouth, and knew he was there. A moment later, his organ pulsed against her tongue, and she felt warm spurts of his cum exploding into her mouth. She choked a little at first, but didn't let a single drop of his cream escape her. She continued to suck him slowly, swallowing a second and third spurt as he trembled and twitched from her ministrations. When he finally ceased to dribble his bittersweet offering, Amanda let him slip from her lips with a final kiss on the purple helmet, and then reached down for his boxers.

She pulled up the silky material and gently covered him, giving his slowly softening organ a little pat before putting her feet under her to rise. She smiled when she regained her feet, his hands still on her shoulders to support him. "Now go to bed and dream wonderful dreams about me. I still need to brush my teeth."

"That felt unbelievable," he managed to gasp out at the volume of a whisper.

"You're welcome. Now go," she teased, and gave his bottom a playful swat.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Nick," she answered as he turned on unsteady legs to return to his room.

Amanda closed the door with a smile and picked up her toothbrush.

****

"Check your email," Nick whispered to his sister as he walked out of the kitchen after doing the dishes the next evening.

"You have a mean streak," she playfully scolded, knowing that he could only mean he'd written something and posted it.

"I was inspired after last night," Nick responded as he walked into the front room.

Amanda couldn't concentrate on the news at all, as she sat with her brother and aunt in front of the television. Her anticipation soon grew unbearable. She stood and said, "I have some work I need to finish up before I take a shower and go to bed."

"I'll probably go to bed soon, so I'll say goodnight now, Amanda," Emily said.

"Goodnight, aunt Emily. Goodnight, Nick."

"Night, Sis," Nick responded, knowing what she really planned to do upon closing the door of her bedroom behind her.

Nick certainly didn't disappoint her. Halfway through the chapter, she had damp panties and couldn't avoid slipping her hand down to that wetness to soften the aching need rapidly building within her. She did manage enough restraint that she didn't reach her peak before she finished the chapter, but it required an exercise in willpower that she surely thought was going to drive her crazy.

Amanda picked up her nightgown and peeked out the door. She could see that the lights were off downstairs, and in her aunt's room. Light still streamed from beneath Nick's door, however. She hurried to the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

The sound of the shower filled the room when Amanda turned it on. She stripped off her clothing — save for her wet panties — but had no intention of getting in the shower yet. She opened the door to Nick's room to find him sitting on the bed waiting for the door to open, a silken tent in his lap.

"Were you expecting something?" Amanda asked with a coquettish grin and raised eyebrows as he stood and walked toward her. By the time he reached the door, however, she couldn't contain her need any longer. She kissed him hard, pressing her body against him, and said, "I need you."

Nick looked back to shut the door behind him, and Amanda guided his hands to the damp triangle of cloth between her legs. "Do you see what you did to me?"

He teased her aching need with a wriggle of his fingers, and then whispered back, "I love to make you so wet." He then hooked his fingers beneath her panties to tug them down. "I love to make you come more, though."

Amanda barely managed to hold in her gasp of surprise when Nick cupped his hands beneath her buttocks and lifted her up to the sink counter. She parted her legs wide, placing her feet on the edge of the counter as Nick leaned down between her legs.

A shuddering, quiet gasp bubbled up from her as Nick teased his tongue between her wet lips, seeking her abundant nectar. Already teased to the edge by her fingers and his story, she could feel the swelling of an orgasm within her from the moment his loving tongue touched her. She leaned back against the mirror, mindless of the frame biting into her back, and reveled in the pleasure he was giving her.

Nick knew her needs almost as well as she did, and his tongue darted frequently to her swollen clit. She needed to come quickly, and he had no objections to giving her that speedy release. He teased her folds and rolled her bud with increasing pressure as she writhed and twitched from his hungry lapping.

Amanda's fingers twined into his hair as he sucked her clit between his lips, and swirled the tip of his tongue over the erect bud at the same time. Amanda's breathing grew louder and quicker, though the sound of the shower drowned out her panting for anyone save her lover, who was licking her so well.

Amanda came with a squeaky, repressed yelp of release. She trembled as a fresh rush of her creamy wetness washed over Nick's still flicking tongue, her head thrown back and her mouth wide open in a silent scream. Her brother slowed in his oral assault, but didn't relent. Amanda came for what felt like an eternity, and then one of her feet slipped off the edge of the counter from a particularly strong jolt of pleasure.

Nick steadied her with one hand, and stood up straight to cradle his neck in the other. He'd felt the strain in his muscles almost from the moment he leaned into the fragrant V of her legs, but his desire to feel her come on his tongue easily overwhelmed any thought of discomfort.

Amanda continued to shiver and rub her juices into her twitching nether lips, drawing out her aftershocks of pleasure for long, wonderful seconds. Finally, she sat back up and winced as she noticed the impression of the mirror frame on her shoulders for the first time. The momentary jolt of pain vanished beneath another wave of pleasure almost as quickly as she noticed it, however.

She glanced down at the twitching tent between her brother's legs and let out a quiet gasp. "I need you inside me, Nick." He moved back half a step as she put her feet down on the floor. After pausing for a second to shudder and caress her still tingling sex, she turned and put her hands on the counter, almost exactly where her feet had rested only a short time before. She bent low, presenting her firm bottom to him, and let out a little moan when he gripped her hips.

Her moan gained volume and rose in pitch as the helmet of his cock pressed against her folds, and then deep inside her. He had little trouble sliding in to the hilt within her already wet sheathe.

"God, you feel so good, Sis," he quietly groaned as he held his stiff organ buried in her depths, feeling the final vestiges of her climax squeeze him rhythmically.

"So do you, Nick. I'm so full. Take me, Nick."

Brother and sister both watched their reflections in the mirror as Nick rocked his hips to stroke his cock in and out of her. She raised her upper body just enough to allow her stiff nipples to scrape against the counter as they swung from the power of his thrusts. She could see the bliss in her own face, and in his.

Already denied for a day, neither of them could summon up the will to delay their needs. Nick quickly built to speed, causing her breasts to swing in an ever-greater arch. Amanda bent one arm beneath her to support her weight, and slipped the other between her legs to rub her clit in fast circles.

"Oh, yes. Don't stop," Amanda breathed as her brother stroked her so well, filling her completely with each thrust of his hips. She could just hear the squishy sound of him sliding in and out of her saturated sex and his subdued gasps over the shower. Ecstasy swelled within her with each strong thrust, and her fingers moved faster in response.

"Oh y-yes, Nick. S-so g-good," she quietly stammered as she drew ever closer to climax, the sound of their bodies colliding joining with the other sounds of the room in her ears.

"Almost there," Nick grunted from between clenched teeth, knowing he could resist his own explosion for long within her warm, tight depths.

Though she pinched her lips tightly closed, the power of her orgasm overwhelmed her, and Amanda let out a yelp of release as she came. The first electric wave of her climax had not even reached her extremities when Nick thrust home a final time and groaned.

Amanda could feel him pulsing and throbbing inside her, and a few moments later, she could feel warm streams of their mingled juices dripping from her to spatter on the floor below. Her brother groaned and twitched, haltingly stroking his still spurting cock in her tightly clenched sheathe, drawing out their climaxes to the point where they both fell forward to support their weight on the counter before them.

A knock on the door startled the couple, causing Nick to hastily withdraw from her. A river of creamy juices flowed from within her down her thighs and Amanda had to summon up every ounce of her will to suppress a mixed cry of ecstasy and moan of disappointment as his retreating cock left a void deep within her.

"Amanda, are you alright?" Emily called from the other side of the door.

Nick backed toward his door, his eyes wide.

Somehow, Amanda managed to control her breathing. "I'm okay; I just nicked my leg when I was shaving. Sorry I woke you up."

"I just heard you cry out, and I was worried."

"Everything's fine. Thanks for checking on me."

The couple gave their aunt sufficient time to return to her room before risking a kiss. "That was too close, and too wonderful," Amanda breathed as their lips parted.

Nick smiled and then winced. Amanda followed his eyes downward to see that he was standing in the puddle of cum on the floor below where they'd just coupled. Her legs were also decorated with meandering streams of the creamy evidence of their coupling. "I always imagined how good it would feel to be with you, but there's no comparison," Nick whispered.

"I really need that shower now." Amanda smiled and gathered a dollop of cream welling up from within her on her fingers to bring it to her lips. She shuddered from the taste, and then kissed her brother once more.

"I love you, Sis."

"I love you too, Nick. It was exciting. Am I wrong to like that?"

"I liked it too."

"Let me get in the shower. We'll be alone again soon. I want to fall asleep with you lying next to me. I miss you."

"I miss you too. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

The couple shared yet another kiss, and then Nick returned to his room as Amanda wiped up the evidence of their coupling before stepping into the shower.

**** 

"I thought you were staying another night," Amanda said with surprise. She also felt a bit guilty because the news caused her to tingle all over in anticipation.

"That was the plan, but I'm missing your scoundrel of an uncle. I never sleep well without him beside me. Every day I'm away is another two days I'll have to spend cleaning up the mess he's made while I was away, too."

Amanda laughed with her aunt, understanding that all too well. Nick was more than willing to help with the house, but when left to his own devices, things went rapidly downhill.

"My plane leaves in a couple of hours, so I need to get to the airport. Tell your brother I love him. You both need to come out and see us."

"We'll try. It's not as though it would be a terrible chore to visit you in Florida," Amanda chuckled. She then had to fight a blush as she remembered one of Nick's stories set in Florida, and realized it centered around locations within a couple of miles of her aunt's house.

"Let me know when you're coming. I'll try to get your cousins to come down too. Those three need a good example to learn from." She stretched out her arms and stepped forward to catch up Amanda in a hug. "I love you, Amanda. It's so good to see you smile again. You haven't done that much in a lot of years. Neither has Nicholas. The two of you are good for each other." 

Amanda could only smile and nod, not trusting herself to speak to that. "Let me help you get your bags out to the car."

A few minutes later, Amanda closed the door behind her after waving goodbye, and hurried to the phone.

****

Nick couldn't help but smile when he walked in the door. Amanda sat waiting for him on the couch, a steaming pizza and two glasses of soda on the coffee table in front of her. She was wearing a thin blouse — obviously braless — and a short skirt.

Amanda stood and walked toward her brother. "Aunt Emily said to tell you goodbye, and that she loves you."

"She left today?" Nick said, feeling just as guilty as Amanda had earlier for feeling excited about it.

"Mmm hmm." Amanda reached her brother and kissed him tenderly, although she couldn't completely restrain the hunger in her kiss just before their lips parted. "Welcome home, Nick. I ordered pizza, because I didn't want to take the time to wash dishes tonight."

Nick certainly didn't miss what her tone, her smile, and those words foreshadowed.

Fully half of the pizza remained when Amanda stood, too impatient to wait any longer, and walked toward the stairs with a glance over her shoulder.

Nick caught up with her before she reached the stairs.

Amanda walked right past the door to her room, forcing Nick to stutter-step when she surprised him. She opened the bathroom door a second later and said, "I need a shower. Come with?"

She didn't wait for an answer, and she didn't really need one. She turned back to Nick as he entered and reached up for the top button on her blouse. Her fingers worked slowly downward, popping open buttons in a sensual display that was hardly lost on her brother. When she reached the bottom, she slipped her fingers beneath the cloth to cup her breasts, and then parted the cloth to reveal them. The complete sense of comfortable familiarity she felt around Nick challenged her to push past barriers, and she found that she could do so with ease.

Two dainty tugs slipped her blouse from her shoulders, and then Amanda shrugged her shoulders to tug on the back of her blouse. It drifted down her back to pool on the floor in a whisper of cloth. Nick admired her body, but he spent as much time looking into her eyes as at her bared breasts, which only made her all the more aroused.

She turned slowly and ran her hands up her sides, and over hips, swaying her bottom back and forth as she did so. With a little sigh, she hooked her thumbs beneath her skirt and tugged it slowly downward. When it finally passed her hips, she let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it to caress her buttocks while looking back at Nick with a sexy smile.

Amanda turned back to her brother and sauntered up to him, reaching down for the tail of his shirt as soon as she reached him. She let out a little giggle as he eagerly assisted her, pulling up on his shirt to remove it. Once he lifted his arms to pull the shirt over his head, she leaned in to kiss his nipple, drawing a muffled gasp from beneath the cloth. At the same time, she reached for the button of his jeans.

She let out a little moan and licked her lips as she unzipped his jeans and pulled down both the denim and his boxers at the same time. Nick was hard and twitching, with a little pearly drop of pre-cum welling up from his mushroom tip. While he struggled to step out of his jeans and kick off his shoes, she gathered up that treat on the tip of her finger and brought it to her lips with a shudder.

Amanda bent seductively over the tub to turn on the water, again swaying her bottom back and forth in a teasing invitation. This time, Nick stepped closer and ran his hands over her bare bottom. Amanda wiggled in response as she tested the temperature of the water, and then let out a gasp when he slipped one finger between her legs to stroke it over her nether lips.

Amanda closed the shower curtain and pulled the catch to turn on the shower, and then pulled her brother into a kiss before stepping in. She held Nick's hand as she entered, pulling him in right behind her.

Nick drank in the sight of her standing in the steaming cascade, droplets and streams of water meandering down her nude body. She took up her shower puff and squeezed a healthy amount of body wash onto it. A few little squeezes lathered up the puff, and then she brought it to Nick's chest.

She washed him slowly — sensually — always looking into his eyes at every available opportunity. She saved his twitching erection for last, spending almost as much time in loving attention to that eager appendage as she had on the rest of his body. Nick groaned from her touch, his manhood throbbing with need in her hands.




Kindled in Fiction Ch. 02



Amanda handed him the puff with a smile, and then edged past him, staying close so that her body slipped against him. He reached for the body wash as trails of suds washed down his body.

She shivered and trembled as Nick returned the favor, washing her with the same slow sensuality that she'd shown him. He couldn't resist leaning down to suckle on the tips of her breasts before lathering them with the puff, however. Her body moved in a wave of bliss as he washed her breasts, sighs and moans bubbling from her lips.

She let out a sharp gasp as he trailed the puff down her chest, and then over her tummy, drawing nearer to the carefully trimmed nest of curls below. She closed her eyes and whimpered in delight as he stroked the puff over her folds for the first time.

Already deeply aroused, Amanda felt the first tingles of orgasm from the moment he touched her. She parted her legs slightly and rocked her hips toward him as he lathered her nether lips.

Amanda was still moaning with her eyes closed when Nick tried to hang the puff back on its hook. Though he missed, neither of them paid it any attention. They wrapped their arms around each other in unspoken synchronization, pressing their bodies and their lips together in a hungry, passion-filled kiss.

As their tongues intertwined, Amanda reached down behind her and between her legs to find the tip of his cock with her fingertips. Their lips never parting, the couple managed to coordinate their actions until he slipped inside her.

Nick grasped her firm buttocks and pushed, burying his cock deep inside her. Amanda pulled away from the kiss to cry out in bliss.

Though the position was awkward, Nick's slow, short thrusts still managed to stoke Amanda's inner fires to white-hot intensity. Her nails pinched into his back as he held her tight against him, stroking his thick cock into her depths. His slight advantage in height served to ensure that his cock rubbed with delightful friction against her clit with every stroke, driving her quickly toward orgasm.

Amanda leaned back to gasp and stare at him in wide-eyed ecstasy as she reached the point of no-return. "Oh — oh god, Nick. Oh yes. I'm going to..." She never finished, because her climax sprang into being, stealing her words in a faltering squeal of release.

Nick held his trembling sister against him, tensing and relaxing his muscles to make his cock twitch inside her. Her head lashed back and forth as her orgasm played out, and then she fell forward to rest her head against his chest as she panted for breath and moaned in languid pleasure.

Once she regained her breath and composure, Amanda kissed Nick on the nose with a playful grin and pulled away from him. Her back arched and she gasped as his stiff organ slipped from her, but she didn't intend for that to last long.

A quick turn left her facing the wall, and she immediately bent to place her hands on the built-in soap dish on the shower wall. The bar running across the top for washcloths provided a perfect handle for her to grip as Nick moved in behind her and lay his hands on her hips.

Nick sank into her with a long groan and held himself deep inside her. He didn't remain there long, however. His own needs were rapidly overwhelming his senses. He gripped her hips tighter and withdrew to thrust again.

Amanda rocked forward from the power of his thrusts, only the no-slip surface beneath her feet and her tight grip on the towel bar keeping her upright. His cock drove into her hard and deep, and he released one of her hips to reach down and rub her clit. She rapidly soared upward toward another peak on his fast stroking cock.

"God, Sis — too good. Can't hold out," Nick grunted, slowing slightly as he felt the itch of his own climax.

"Come for me, Nick. Do it," Amanda breathed in response.

Nick's fingers left her throbbing bud to return to her hips, but the stimulation had already pushed her near enough to the edge that she didn't need it. The heated friction of his thrusts, now even harder and faster, kept her climbing. He grunted and growled with every thrust, doing his best to hold out until she came as well.

Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer. With a loud growling scream, he slammed his cock home in her depths and pulsed, filling her with a hot pool of his seed.

"So close, Nick," Amanda gasped out, reaching back with one hand to rub her aching clit as he twitched and continued to pump his cream into her.

Knowing that she was on the edge of climax, Nick summoned up the presence of mind to stroke his over-sensitive cock into her again. He gasped and growled with every halting thrust, spurting his cream and her juices out around his thick shaft. He had little control and even less energy, but it was more than enough.

Amanda came with a primal scream of release, her walls tightly clamping down on his cock. She had to snap her hand forward to grasp the bar again, because her arms and legs were quaking too much to support her with only one arm. She bucked her hips back at him as she came, yelping each time as another powerful spike of orgasmic energy shot through her with every movement.

She let out a long, sad moan as he pulled free of her, unable to endure the tight squeeze of her intimate muscles any longer.

The couple managed to clean the evidence of their lovemaking from them after a few minutes of recovery, and then helped towel each other dry before seeking Amanda's bed.

"Mmm," Amanda moaned as she snuggled beneath the covers with her brother, pressing her body up against his and reveling in his warmth, denied to her for the last few days. "I've missed you so much."

"I missed you too. I guess we'd better keep separate rooms, even if I don't use mine very often."

Amanda nodded. "It's so unfair that we can't just be in love."

"I know. My friends keep asking me why I'm in such a good mood, and I can't tell them."

"We knew it was going to be hard. You've been writing about it for a long time now."

"And we'll just keep writing our life together. Happily ever after."

"Happily ever after," Amanda repeated, and softly kissed him. Her eyes widened a little and she giggled as their lips parted. "Speaking of hard..."

"I can't help it," Nick playfully apologized.

"I can," Amanda responded with a glimmer of mischief in her eyes, and then she vanished, burrowing beneath the covers to take him in her mouth.

****

The next day, Amanda checked her email after work to discover something from Emily. She hadn't even known that her aunt was researching the family history, and she was curious about how far back Emily had managed to trace.

Her eyes widened when something important jumped out at her. Nick returned home even as she was staring at the entry with stunned disbelief.

"What is it, Sis?" Nick asked when he saw her looking at the printout of the family tree.

Amanda kissed her brother and said, "Welcome home. It's the family tree. Emily sent it to me. Look at this." She pointed at their parents.

Nick saw the same thing Amanda had almost instantly. "Did you know?"

"I never had even a hint. I can't believe that mom and dad were second cousins."

"They weren't the first, or the closest either," Nick noted, pointing to a child between first cousins, and another in the 1800s between a brother and sister.

"Do you think she knew?" Amanda asked.

Nick shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe she did, and this is her way of quietly approving without embarrassing us."

"We'll have to be even more careful, then. If she did guess..."

Nick agreed with a nod. "There's no reason to hide it right now, though." He took her hand and said, "Let's go make dinner, Sis."

"And then we'll have dessert," Amanda hinted sultrily as she stood with him.

****

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Kindled in Fiction



Only a few minutes after helping him put the groceries away, Nick hurried off to work. He'd ran into a friend and spent too long talking to him, leaving him in a rush once he returned home. The door had barely closed behind him before Amanda ascended the stairs to her room.

The email simply said, This is for you, with a link. The main female character was undoubtedly based upon her picture, obvious even in the building story. She was amazed -- and a little embarrassed -- to find the character named Anne, her middle name. Even though the picture didn't show her face, he'd somehow correctly guessed her eye color as green. The detail and description of Anne's eyes in the story made Amanda's heart flutter before Allen, Anne's brother, ever made an appearance in the story to launch the taboo romance.

The couple in the story had not seen each other in some time, and they had both endured a lot of hardship. In comforting each other, they grew closer, and soon discovered something even deeper within them. Amanda only tore her eyes away from the screen long enough to retrieve her vibrator and remove her clothes when the couple in the story shared their first passionate kiss.

As Allen's manhood penetrated Anne in the story, Amanda slipped her vibe into her depths with a gasp. One hand pumped the toy in and out of her saturated sex while the other scrolled through the story. Both hands worked of their own accord, her thoughts fully within the story and the images forming in her mind as she read.

Once again, AlostOne's account of the coupling was soft and romantic, yet exciting at the same time. Quiet sounds of passion and words of love passed between the couple as they -- and Amanda -- drew ever closer to climax. Her own moans and gasps echoed those of Anne in the story, the description of the character so perfectly molded to her that she felt a deeper connection than ever before to the words on the page.

Anne climaxed in the story, her arms wrapped around her muscled brother's torso as he kissed her neck, his manhood squeezed tight in her depths. Amanda let out a long warbling cry of relief as her own orgasm took hold of her, warmth flooding her and every inch of her body tingling.

Panting for breath with her head hanging over the back of the chair, Amanda fumbled for the switch on her vibrator, managing to slow the humming toy. It remained buried inside her as she rode out the waves of her climax, her other hand caressing her breasts. When she at last caught her breath, she opened her eyes and reached with a trembling hand to scroll down in the story.

Allen had not yet reached his peak in the story, and Anne encouraged him to fill her. As Allen rose above Anne, Amanda felt her own passions rising again. She moved the control on her vibe to the halfway point, once again stroking the toy into her sheathe.

Anne encouraged her brother to greater efforts in the story, and he allowed his passions to run. Amanda flipped the switch on her toy to its highest setting as the story unfolded, thrusting the vibe inside her to match the speed and power of Allen's cock in the story. When the couple came together, Amanda let out a scream that she couldn't believe had emerged from her as she exploded into orgasm.

The grip of the vibe pressed almost painfully against Amanda's nether lips as she writhed and cried out in her chair. When an especially strong spike of ecstasy nearly stole her breath and brought on a brief coughing fit, she let the vibrator fall to the floor and covered her tingling sex with her hand. Her orgasm continued unabated for what felt like an eternity.

When she at last settled back into the real world from her perfect state of bliss once more, Amanda read the end of the story. The couple fell asleep in each other's arms after promising to love each other forever -- no matter the odds.

Amanda looked down between her legs and smoothed back the curls, amazed by the amount of sticky wetness coating the hairs immediately surrounding her folds. The touch caused her to shiver and let out a moan. With no hesitation this time, she opened her capture program and aimed her webcam.

In the first picture, she zoomed in tight on her sex, the image on the screen from the camera's point of view even more startling than what she could see from above. The curls around her sex were wet to the point of dripping, her clit still swollen and plainly visible as she parted her lips for the camera.

Next, she moved the camera upward and snapped a picture of her breasts, glistening with droplets of sweat despite the air-conditioning, one of her hands cupping the bottom of the left globe.

Finally, having noticed that the author had a fondness for women's backsides, she turned around and presented hers to the camera. Even though she had always felt her hips too wide and her ass far too large, she felt unbelievably sexy at the moment, and snapped the picture without hesitation.

She felt no resistance to attaching the pictures this time, and typed a long, excited email about how much the story had touched her -- and how hard it had made her come. She ended by saying that she hoped her pictures were half as exciting as his stories, and then sent the email.

Amanda's arms collapsed at her side as she finished typing the email, her vibrator still buzzing, forgotten at her feet. It took her many minutes to find the strength to rise from the chair and dress again.

Feeling especially energetic, she tackled the cardboard boxes in her room with renewed vigor.

****

Amanda couldn't help but smile as she walked across her room to the computer the next morning. While the rest of her things would take some time to unpack, she at least had a bedroom and bathroom where everything she needed was where it should be -- the rooms completely devoid of cardboard.

Opening her inbox, she saw a reply from AlostOne and felt her cheeks burning. At the same time, she felt incredibly sexy, an emotion that hadn't manifested within her for some time.

Opening the email only increased the feeling, because he wrote that her pictures certainly did make him feel exactly as she said she felt when reading his stories. At the bottom of the email was something that truly caused her heart to race, however. He'd written, A picture is worth a thousand words, and here are two that say what I can't put into words. They are what you probably think they are, so I've only put links. You can look if you want, but I won't be offended if you don't.

Feeling extremely naughty, she clicked the first link without hesitation. Her mouth dropped open as the image opened. She could just see well-defined abs and muscular legs, but her eyes were naturally drawn to the center of the picture -- the most gorgeous cock she'd ever beheld in her life.

Shaved and generous in both length and girth, the sight of the author's manhood immediately sent a rush of juices flooding Amanda's sex. Her eyes drank in every inch of the high-resolution image, far better than anything she'd sent to him. She could see every contour, as well as just a hint of glistening wetness adorning the tip of his erection.

Mindless of the potential hazards, she saved the image to her computer and clicked the other link. She couldn't stifle a quiet moan as the image of his cock appeared, his hand wrapped around the shaft and thick streams of semen coating both his hand and manhood.

She was still staring at the image in aroused fascination when the sound of Nick's voice startled her.

"Sis?"

Her face burning with shame, Amanda quickly saved the picture and closed her email, ignoring the messages from her other addresses. "Yes?"

From the other side of her closed door, Nick said, "I need to pick up some things from Wal-Mart to work on the dining room table tomorrow. Do you need anything?"

Batteries for my vibrator, Amanda thought, unable to shake the image of the gorgeous cock coated in cum from her head. "We'll probably need laundry detergent by the time I'm finished with the laundry today. That's all I can think of."

"Okay. I'm going to go straight to work afterward, then. They want me to come in early."

"I'll see you when you get home, then," Amanda responded.

"Later, Sis."

"Have a good day, Nick."

Somehow, she resisted the temptation to sit back down at the computer and stare at the pictures again. After a shower, she gathered up the clothing and towels from her room, putting them in the basket she'd brought up from the laundry room the night before.

Looking into Nick's room, she shook her head and chuckled. Some things never changed, and her brother's tendency toward sloppiness was one of them. Clothing was scattered around his bed and his computer, left to lie where it fell. Bending to pick up clothing as she walked, she circled the room.

Reaching the computer desk, she picked up the jeans and briefs lying off to one side and deposited them in the basket. She could just see one sleeve of a t-shirt peeking out from beneath the desk, and moved the chair out of the way to reach it.

When she stood back up, she saw that she'd bumped the desk just enough to disable the power-saving feature, turning on the monitor. She was surprised to see one of her senior pictures as the background of his desktop, the pose he'd suggested that everyone said was the best picture ever taken of her.

She couldn't help but smile, remembering what a good relationship they'd shared before she moved out of the house. They'd talked about everything -- even sex to some limited degree -- as much friends as siblings. The difficulties of her marriage and Nick's sorrowful tending to their failing mother had pulled them apart over the last year, however. Though they'd still talked regularly, it was hard for either of them to say much without adding to the other's melancholy.

Time to fix that, Amanda thought as she looked at the smiling picture of her. She could certainly use a friendship as close as she'd shared with her brother now.

She just had to keep her emotions under wraps and remember that he was her brother.

Tossing the shirt in the basket, she walked out of the room and made plans to start rebuilding that relationship this weekend at their favorite place -- on the ski slopes.

****

Seeing Nick's smile when she revealed the surprise trip she'd planned warmed her heart.

"I haven't been up there since the last time we went," Nick said, his wide smile still beaming.

"Me either. I wish I'd listened to you then. You knew that Adam was completely wrong for me from the very beginning."

"I felt horrible about that. I felt like I had to say something, but it ruined the whole last day of the trip."

"We'll make up for it this weekend," Amanda responded with a smile matching her brother's before pulling him close into a hug.

Nick sighed and said, "I didn't know how bad I needed that hug until just now."

Melting into the warmth of the embrace, something they'd done regularly until that fateful day on the slopes, Amanda said, "I think I needed it too." Looking up at him, she smiled and kissed his cheek. "Let's eat before dinner gets cold."

Nick nodded, but hesitated a moment before releasing her from the hug, which didn't bother Amanda at all. She was reluctant to give up the warm closeness as well.

After dinner and the dishes, brother and sister sat down to watch television together. As the Tonight Show ended, Nick remarked, "It just isn't the same without Johnny."

Amanda nodded her head in agreement. While the show felt lackluster, everything else was perfect. Sitting near to her brother on the couch watching late night TV transported her back to the happier times they'd shared as teens.

"I should probably hit the sack. I need to get the oil in the car changed tomorrow, and they always take forever. I'll have to leave early to make it to work in time."

"Me too. I'll need to go buy a new coat for the trip."

As they stood up, Amanda and Nick both said, "Night night," simultaneously, prompting them to laugh. Amanda heard Nick's bedroom door close only seconds after hers did. She dressed for bed, glancing over at the computer calling out to her.

Sitting down, she opened the pictures and shivered over them again, fueling a need that she knew she couldn't resist long. She wrote a quick reply to AlostOne's email, saying that she liked his pictures very much, and that she eagerly awaited his next story.

With the email sent, she closed the confirmation window, planning to retrieve her vibrator and slip into bed with it. When she returned to her inbox, however, she saw a new email from AlostOne, announcing a new story.

She devoured the short tale, a quick rush of pure heat with little deeper meaning. Although different from his more involved stories, the heated passion of the vignettes never failed to send her hear racing. This time, she had the image of his gorgeous cock added to her visualization of the scene. She pressed her hand over her sex and let out an excited sigh as she finished his latest offering.

A minute later, a low buzzing sound broke the silence of the night.

****

"You're kidding me, this is too much," Nick said in surprise as he examined his new laptop.

"That's for the birthday and Christmas presents I didn't send. Just take it. I know you have a lot of online friends, and now you can keep up with them wherever you are. This way, you won't be borrowing mine while we're on the trip either. The lodge has Wi-Fi now, according to the website."

Hugging Amanda, Nick said, "Thanks. This means a lot to me. I've always wanted one."

"You're welcome. Now let's eat so we can pack. I want to be on the slopes bright and early." Nick's wide smile warmed Amanda's heart.

"I got you something too. Hold on," Nick said, holding up one finger as he walked across the room to pick up his jacket, revealing something hidden beneath. He walked over with a smile and handed over the box.

Amanda gasped as she opened the box, finding the most beautiful sweater she'd ever seen in her life. The soft blue color and the diamond patterns simply screamed for her to put it on. Pulling it out of the box, she realized that the sweater was fitted, and would hug her body to good effect. "It's so beautiful. Thank you, Nick."

"Thought you'd like it. That should turn heads in the lodge."

"Are you trying to help your desperate sister find love?" Amanda asked with narrowed eyes, though her slight smile made the expression far from ominous.

"Let's eat so we can get packing," Nick said, changing the subject and walking out of the room with a laugh.

Shaking her head and chuckling, Amanda quickly followed to bop her brother in the back of the head before sitting down to dinner.

****

The trip transported Amanda back in time. The excitement of the slopes combined with Nick's constant stream of jokes and funny stories to erase any thoughts outside of the moment. She'd even started a brief snowball fight when he teased her about skiing far better in the real world than she ever had on the Intellivision game they'd played as kids. The moment he imitated the harsh kra-koom sound of the player hitting a tree in the game, she'd reached for her first snowball.

Back in their room at the lodge, they both realized that they'd overdone it a bit. Weary and sweating beneath the layers of clothing, they agreed that they should take a shower before going down to take in the nightlife of the resort. Amanda wanted to change into her new sweater anyway, which was too light to wear out on the slopes.

As she stepped out of the bathroom from her shower, Nick looked up from his laptop and smiled. "Yep. That's going to turn heads."

A flush of color flooded Amanda's cheeks. She'd looked in the mirror before exiting the bathroom, and she knew it was true. The sweater hugged her curves, drawing even her eyes directly to her breasts. Though only average, just enough to complement the curve of her hips and bottom, her breasts looked huge in the sweater. "Thanks," she said with a shy smile.

"My turn," Nick said as he stood up. "A friend of mine is sending me a video he claims is hilarious. Don't jump out of your skin when it finishes downloading. That sound effect is set to the Knights of Ni, and it's really loud for some reason."

"Okay," Amanda laughed as Nick walked into the bathroom. She then retrieved her laptop from her luggage, planning to check her mail. Despite the warning, she still jumped when her brother's computer proclaimed the download complete with a loud, "Ni!" Glancing over, she could just see the confirmation window superimposed over her picture, the same image that adorned Nick's computer at home.

Thinking, Goofball, Amanda turned on her computer and logged in to her email account. She then thought, Oh dear, upon seeing a story announcement from AlostOne. Opening the email, she discovered it was another chapter in her favorite story.

Hitting the reply button, she typed a quick email. I can't believe you released a chapter when I'm somewhere I can't possibly read it for days! I'll read it as soon as I get home from my ski trip -- you meanie. She closed the email with a wink emoticon, indicating that she was only kidding, and then hit send.

Once again, she jumped when Nick's computer sounded off with a loud thunk and the words, Message for you, Sir, again from Holy Grail.

Rolling her eyes and chuckling, Amanda closed her inbox, seeing nothing else except forwards of fluffy chain letters. Shutting down the laptop, she walked over to retrieve the television remote from the dresser next to Nick's bed. She paused with her hand extended -- the remote forgotten -- when she saw the mouse pointer hovering over the email notification that had caused the last burst of sound from Nick's computer. There, next to the jean-clad image of her hip on the screen was her internet nickname -- the private one she used only on the erotica site.

Sitting down heavily on the bed, she stared in stunned disbelief at the truth in front of her. AlostOne was her brother. The man whose stories had stirred so many emotions within her was the same one who had stirred them before when they were teens. The shame that had caused her to make the fateful decision to marry Alan crashed back down on her, and she covered her face in embarrassment.

Her shame only grew as she thought about sharing photos with him -- showing him her body in the aftermath of orgasm from reading his stories. His pictures revealed that he'd stroked his cock to her, the cum-covered image as clear in her mind as the real thing.

Shaking her head, she tried to pretend it was a coincidence. Someone else must be using the name HrtBrknMandy, she rationalized. She clicked the notification to open Nick's inbox, sure that she would see something other than her email.

"No," she whispered when the page loaded, dashing the hope that she'd known was false as soon as the thought entered her head. The evidence in front of her was irrefutable, impossible to deny -- much like her repressed feelings for the brother she loved in ways that she knew were completely wrong.

The emotional thunderstorm within her caused the world around Amanda to vanish as her head fell into her hands again. The roiling thoughts paralyzed her as the minutes ticked by uncounted.

Only the sound of Nick emerging from the bathroom jerked her back into reality -- too late. "Did the... Sis, what's wrong?" Nick asked, his voice filling with concern when he saw her expression. He quickly crossed the room to lay a hand on her shoulder, noticing the opened email on his computer screen. "I can explain. I just needed..." He paused, the words ski trip leaping off the page at him.

The recognition in his eyes caused Amanda to gasp, "Oh, god," and tears to roll down her face. Why did I send that email! He knows! Oh, god -- he knows!




Kindled in Fiction



Sitting down next to her, Nick wrapped an arm around his sister when she tried to pull away in shame. "Amanda... It's okay."

"I'm so sorry," she sobbed.

"Don't be," Nick said in a gentle voice. "There's nothing to be sorry for."

"But I... We... I didn't want to feel like I do, but..."

"Neither did I," he responded.

Looking up into his handsome face, Amanda asked, "What do you mean?"

"Why do you think I write the stories that I do? There's a reason that every woman I write about is so much like you. It wasn't anything to do with Alan that made me tell you not to marry him -- it was jealousy."

"God -- what's wrong with us, Nick? We shouldn't feel like this. It's wrong."

Placing his hand on her cheek, Nick tilted her face up toward him. "It doesn't feel wrong."

The look of love in his eyes and the hints of a smile on his face caused Amanda to tremble. "We..." Her protest trailed off as his fingers traced the line of her neck, causing her to sigh and shiver.

"I love you, Amanda. I always have. I think about you. I dream about you."

Amanda's heart fluttered from his words and his touch, her eyes locked in his to see what she felt reflected there. Unconsciously, she leaned forward, he lips parting slightly. Warmth flooded through her as he did the same. Their lips touched in a feather-light caress, quickly followed by a stronger, more passion-filled kiss.

Once again, the world around Amanda vanished. Unlike the turmoil she'd felt upon seeing the email, her emotions surged into a tidal wave of love and desire, the primal power impossible to resist. She wrapped her arms around him, reveling in the feeling of his muscular back, as their kisses grew ever more ardent.

Nick let out a gasp and leaned back, reaching down to adjust his swollen manhood, now tightly constrained in his jeans. Need swelled within Amanda, and she reached down to touch him as well.

Pinching the material of her sweater between his fingers, Nick tugged it free of her pants. Amanda's heart rate jumped as he continued to pull her sweater upward. She lifted her arms without thinking, allowing him to remove the garment completely. "You're so beautiful," he softly said.

Beyond any ability to consider stopping now, Amanda stood and unbuttoned her pants, shrugging them down as Nick pulled off his shirt to reveal his muscled chest. Clad now only in her bra and panties, Amanda kissed her brother again, a hungry kiss that matched the surging need within her. Her fingers worked the button on his jeans even as their tongues danced over each other.

As she tugged the zipper of his jeans, Amanda looked down and let out a shuddering gasp upon seeing the bulge in the briefs below. Her nipples aching, she quickly unclasped her bra to relieve the pressure. Nick tugged down his jeans to his thighs, quickly wriggling out of them as he drank in the sight of her bared breasts. Even as he kicked the denim away, Amanda leaned down to tug away the tight, white cotton from his manhood.

Tracing his organ with her fingertip, Amanda breathed, "So gorgeous."

Tugging her toward him with his legs, Nick quickly pulled down his sister's panties, revealing the dark curls beneath. She stepped out of her panties, climbing back into the bed.

"I have a condom in..." Nick began in breathless anticipation as his sister leaned over him.

"I'm on the pill," Amanda quickly interjected before pressing her body and her lips to his.

The aching void within Amanda screamed for relief, the feeling of her brother's hard cock against her skin making the need all the stronger. Rising up on her knees, she reached between their bodies to grasp his manhood, and then sank down again until the tip penetrated her moist center.

"God, Amanda," Nick groaned as she sank down onto his erection.

Amanda let out a satisfied groan, sure that she'd never felt something as amazing as his throbbing cock buried inside her. Rocking forward and back, she stroked him in her warm sheathe, continuing to emit small sounds of pleasure. His eyes were locked with hers, his hands sliding over her back as she rocked forward and back. He breathed heavily, groaning from the feeling of her wrapped around him.

Her body moving in a gentle wave, Amanda could feel every inch of his cock, which felt as though it was made for her. He was just big enough to fill her perfectly, not painfully pushing her cervix every time he settled into her depths. The feeling prompted her to slowly increase the motion of her hips, building the hot friction of his cock against her walls.

The increased sensation caused Nick to gasp, thrusting his hips up at her as she sank down onto him. Levering her body up on one arm, she slid the other between their bodies to tease her swollen clit. The first touch caused her to cry out as a rush of ecstatic energy raced through her body. Sitting up straighter, she rose and fell over his thick cock at an ever-quickening pace. Likewise, her fingers circled her bud faster with each rise and fall of her hips.

"Oh -- oh, Nick," She gasped out as her pleasure mounted, "Oh, so good."

"God, yes," Nick groaned in response, seeing the tightening of her features as she built toward orgasm.

Amanda's eyes pinched tightly closed as she approached her peak. Her every indrawn breath was a gasp, and every exhale was a yelp of bliss. She lost the rhythm of her hips, though her fingers continued to flash over her throbbing clit at a furious pace. Finally, her hips slammed down hard of their own volition and her eyes popped wide open as she came. A warbling cry of release bubbled from her lips as tingles raced through her body, raising goose bumps on her skin.

Stroking her trembling hips with his hands, Nick asked, "Are you coming?"

"Oh -- yes, Nick," Amanda groaned in response, and then cried out as a shock of orgasmic energy shot from her tightly contracted depths up her spine. Her back arched and her head lolled back as she gasped for breath.

Snapping her head back forward, her hair falling in a curtain to cover her face, Amanda collapsed atop her muscular brother. The twitches of his manhood, still buried inside her, caused her to writhe and gasp as the stimulation kept her coming. Nick pulled her into a kiss that caused a final spike of energy to rock her body. Then, her orgasm released her, allowing her to spiral back to earth once more.

She didn't resist when Nick swung one leg over her body, using his weight to roll her over onto her back. He slipped free of her depths in the process, causing a loud gasp to escape her. He rose to his knees in front of her, her eyes drawn to his cock, coated in her juices.

Pulling her knees up toward her chest and out wide, she parted her legs for him. Nick quickly took advantage of the invitation, sinking into her with a groan that bordered on a growl.

Amanda let out a deep moan as he pushed into her, filling her so full and settling even deeper inside her in the new position. He slid his hands up her legs to her knees as he held his cock buried in her depths, pushing her hands aside to support her legs. With her fingers now free, Amanda utilized two of them to stroke her again-throbbing clit, which begged for attention.

Already beyond the point of controlling his need, Nick thrust quickly into his sister's depths. Seeing the strain of his approaching climax in his face, Amanda rubbed her bud even faster, wanting to reach her peak with him.

"Oh -- Ah! Amanda, so hot," Nick grunted as his cock pounded home.

Amanda's breasts bounced under his assault, the pressure of another orgasm building within her -- even more powerful than the first. The bed creaked, the headboard even tapping against the wall as it rocked beneath the couple.

"Oh, yes! So close, Nick," Amanda cried out. A second later, Nick slammed his hips forward with a loud, almost growling gasp. A series of strained moans accompanied his seed spurting into Amanda's depths.

Seeing the ecstasy in her brother's face and feeling his cream pooling within her, Amanda toppled over the edge into orgasm. Her tensing muscles pulled her back up from the bed, and she slapped her free hand behind her to support her weight as the fingers of her other hand haltingly rubbed her clit. After a few strokes, she held her fingers pressed tightly over the swollen bud, clenching her intimate muscles tight to feel him throbbing inside her.

Nick's head fell forward, his breath exploding from him in strained gasps. Beneath him, Amanda panted for air, collapsing to the mattress once more. Her head lashed on the pillow as aftershocks rocked her body with each twitch of his cock within her. Finally, the tight squeeze was too much for his over-sensitive cock, and Nick pulled from her with a groan.

What started as a disappointed moan when she felt the void within her turned into a deeply satisfied one as she felt her body grow warm, still tingling from the strength of her orgasm. Letting her legs stretch out, she ran her fingers over her slippery folds, shuddering from the final tickles of her climax as it released her.

Nick lay down in the bed next to her with a gasp. "I've dreamed of that so many times, Sis."

Rolling onto her side and draping an arm over him to pull him against her, Amanda nestled her head against his chest. "So have I. What do we do now?"

Holding her tight against him, Nick breathed out a satisfied sigh. "We do what I always write. We love each other -- no matter what."

"I love you, Nick."

"I love you, Amanda."

Amanda snuggled in closer as she drifted off to sleep, knowing that she would never again feel jealous of the special love that her brother wrote about in his stories.

Now, she had it too.

****

Hope you've enjoyed this tale. I have a bit of a continuation in mind, so let me know if you'd like to read more about Nick and Amanda. Your votes and comments are what keeps me writing, and points out when I've messed up. Spare a vote or a PC for a poor author? *laugh*