Morgan got out of the steaming shower, hair dripping wet and plastered to her body.
Grabbing the fluffy green towel off the counter she towel dried her hair and quickly dried the rest of her. With out looking in the mirror she reached for her lotion and began moisturizing her limbs.
Bent at the waist her long brown hair touched the floor as she applied a liberal amount of lotion to her legs, she continued upward until she was standing again. Hands poised at her breasts she stopped. Looking in the mirror she saw that her reflection. Pale skin flushed from the heat of the room, small hands cupping full rounded breasts, pussy lips bare of hair gleamed with her juices. She had taken this shower to cool off and forget him. It hadn’t worked. It never worked. But she had hope that one day the icy shards of water would cool her down. They didn’t and never would as she stood there teeth chatting. When it became to much she turned the water to hot enjoying the scalding water warming her chilled skin. There was only one thing left to do, Morgan guessed, and that was to take care of this problem herself. Keeping her green eyes level in the mirror Morgan watched as her right hand trailed a slow path down her flat stomach to her vagina. Her left hand staid where it was weighing the soft mound of flesh, coaxing her flat nipple into a hard bud. She might be a virgin but that didn’t mean she was uneducated. Morgan knew she had better orgasms at 17 then her friends did at 18 with their boyfriends. She knew exactly how her body worked, knew exactly what kind of stroke would turn her from mildly interested to screaming desire. She had time, her parents were gone for the day and Nicolas wouldn’t come into her room, even if she were on fire, so she could take her time pleasuring herself. Widening her stance, Morgan slipped a finger between her lips, testing the wetness there. She was ready; her pussy juices were hot, needy. She wanted a cock, a real one to fuck her, to make her submit to real pleasure, but she didn’t have one, or more importantly a man with one at the ready. Morgan wasn’t unattractive, not by any means. She’d had lots of offers from guys, but all the ones that tried to get in her pants were so inept and clumsy she didn’t have the patience for them, so she dumped them. She had built up a reputation for being an ice queen. She didn’t care; she wanted her first to be right, not messed up. Unfortunately the person she wanted to be her first would never be. It went against the grain and was morally wrong to want to sleep with your brother. But that didn’t stop the desire. And maybe because it was so taboo it was so much more desirable, so much more erotic to think of her big brother fucking her. When her index finger slid across her engorged clit she moaned, shutting her eyes tight she pictured Nick instead of her finger, picked him kneeling before her, eyes trained on her as he used his tongue to fuck her. Moaning deep in her throat Morgan inserted a finger into her untried depths, she could feel the flesh quiver half in protest half in invitation. Pressing a second digit in she let her head lull backwards against the cool wall, she was teasing herself on purpose, to draw out her orgasm. The hand at her breast continued its sensual kneading; she had always wondered what it would feel like to have a man suck on her nipple instead of her own mouth. Bending her head she took the puckered flesh in her hot mouth and flicked her tongue over the sensitive flesh while her fingers played inside her. She was so close, so close to oblivion it was precious; this feeling of embetween, where everything stood still, everything was on point ready to shatter. Morgan’s body was strung out tight, just like her inner walls; the sensitive flesh protested her fingers leaving to flick her clit. A fine sheen of sweat broke out between her breasts as she continued to suck on her nipple and rub furiously at her clit. Images of Nick filled her mind as she sent herself over the edge. Crying out she felt every spasm of her orgasm as it ricocheted through her body sending every cell in her body into chaos. It was bliss. ____________________________________________________ Hours later the phone rang. “Hello?” “Morgan, its Mom.” Like she wouldn’t recognize her mother’s voice. “Dad and I are going to stay in the city tonight so you and your brother are on your own until tomorrow afternoon. There are leftovers in the fridge and a twenty in the jar by the door in case you guys need anything. Is everything ok at home?” Yeah, everything was peachy except for the fact Nick was walking around shirtless. “Everything’s fine Mom, no need to worry, Nick and I will be fine.” “Ok, sweetheart, we love you both and will see you tomorrow.” “We love you too. Have fun. Bye.” Morgan hung up the phone to see Nick stroll back into the kitchen, shirt still off as he ducked his head into the fridge. “Who was that?” “Mom.” Why do you have to be so damned sexy? Seriously it had to be a crime against nature to have a brother this good looking. Nick was 6 feet tall, had shaggy brown hair that needed a trim and the deepest brown eyes, she swore sometimes they saw straight through her, into her soul. His shoulders were wide; his legs long and lean like the rest of him. Mom said he would fill out more the older he got and when that happened Morgan hopped she wasn’t around to watch because she would cum on the spot seeing him. Getting a piece of two day old pizza and a soda from the fridge he shut the door and took a bite of cheese. “What’d she want?” “She and Dad are staying in the city for the night; they won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon.” Something in his eyes darkened, and then was vanished. If she handed been staring right at him she would have sworn it hadn’t happened, but it had. It had looked like desire, hot, scolding desire. But that was crazy; Nick treated her like the plague and only interacted with her when needed. And even then he avoided her like now, he had his information, food and was looking anywhere but her. “You know we could do something later like go to the movies, or the mall.” “Why?” Cut, gruff. That was how he always answered her now. It was like she pissed him off just by breathing the same air he did. “I don’t know, maybe because we haven’t spoken more then 10 words to each other for the past year?” This time he did look at her. And she wished he hadn’t because what she saw there scared the crap out of her. “And whose fault is that?” “What do you mean?” “Nothing, forget I said anything. Fine, if you want to go out we’ll go, I can call some friends and see if they’ll hang out too.” That’s not what she had wanted. “No, its fine, it was just a suggestion. It’d be cheaper to stay in anyway.” “Whatever.” And with that he turned on his heal and left. Morgan loved watching him walk away almost as she liked watching him work out. The way his back muscles twitched as she swung his arms at his sides and his butt looked so damn good in those jeans. Maybe she should take another shower. __________________________________________________ Nick knew he was being an ass but couldn’t bring himself to be any other way. She knew exactly what he was talking about and she tried to play the innocent. He was getting tired of this cat and mouse game she played. His only saving grace was that in 4 months he would be in NY going to college, far, far away from her and her sweet smiles, perfect pink lips made for kissing and sucking cock. Her body was sin itself. She came to his shoulders, her long brown hair nearly hit the top of her ass and was the texture of silk, her breasts were perfect as well, just the right size to fit in the palm of his hand. His sister had curves in all the right pMorgans too, flared hips, rounded ass, spread-able thighs. She was a pin up. He was her brother! He shouldn’t be thinking about her that way, shouldn’t even know she exists that way. It was sick, and he was just a perverted bastard for wanting her. But he couldn’t help it, no more then he could help breathing. It was natural and essential. And now his parents were out of town for the night and wouldn’t be back till tomorrow afternoon. Great, he was supposed to resist temptation on his own. At least with them around he was reminded of the rules. No touching, period. And really it wasn’t Morgan’s fault; she didn’t know what she did to him, although some days he suspected she did, but didn’t care, she probably viewed him as practice for when she got a boyfriend. Growling in frustration Nick sat at his desk and furiously at his pizza slice and drained his can of coke. He was just going to ignore her. Be as rude as he possibly could and ignore her. Mind made up he set upon his mission by losing himself in the net. _______________________________________________________ By ten o’clock he couldn’t ignore his growling stomach anymore. Last time he had eaten was at four o’clock when he’d gone down to get that slice of pizza. Now it was six hours later and his stomach felt like it was eating the inner lining of itself. Getting up he didn’t bother putting his laptop to sleep, no one entered a room in this house with out an invite, not since him and Morgan had hit puberty. It was an unspoken rule. Scratching his chest Nick descended the stairs and made his way into the kitchen. He stuck his head back in the fridge and found last nights casserole and nuked it in the micro. While his food was heating he grabbed another coke and waited for the ding. Hearing it he took his food, hot plate and all and pMorgand it on the top of the can and hauled his butt back upstairs. Only another fifteen hours to go and then his parents would be home and efficient pair of referees between him and his sister. Stepping back into his room he nearly dropped his plate. There at his desk was his sister, reading open mouthed what he had left up. Cold dread sat in the pit of his stomach. He hadn’t been able to resist going to one of his favorite porn sights and instead of watching he had decided to read a few stories people submitted.
