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.