Chapter 3
Just as I sat down on the couch I could hear the bedroom door to my mother’s room open as she walks out scratching her head and yawning. “Hey Sam,” she mumbles at me before plopping herself down on the couch, “fancy a game of cards?”
I pull out the worn pack of cards always kept at the cottage and begin shuffling, trying to calm my frayed nerves and lose myself in the game. I am desperate to do anything to keep the thoughts of Amber’s ass pressed up against me or the sweet smell of her shaved pussy inches from my face out of my mind. Mom and I spend hours playing our homemade game, Amber alternating between watching, doing yoga in the bedroom or reading her book curled up beside the fire.
I cannot help myself but to glance over at Amber every few minutes, failing miserably to keep my mind off of her. I know in my mind that our brother-sister relationship has passed beyond an invisible line, a line that one cannot cross back over. No matter how badly I may want things to just be normal between us that will never be the case again. We are no longer simply brother and sister; we are something new, something that I am unable to describe. Amber pushed the limits of our relationship the first night at the cabin, and then she completely obliterated those limits this afternoon. As much as I know that it is wrong and that we should not be doing it, I cannot help but crave more, to push the boundaries further, after all, we have already come so far.
Amber cooks supper while I go out and get the nightly supply of food for the fire. The wind has picked up turning what was a nice sunny day into a bitterly cold evening. No matter how bundled up I get, I am unable to stop my teeth from chattering and toes from freezing. I quickly grab handfuls of wood and throw them into our sled, dragging it through the snow drifts back to the front door and tossing them inside. I stamp my feet to shake the worst of the snow off me before heading in the door to the wonderful smells of sausage and mushrooms with some steamy mashed potatoes.
The three of us crowd around the small dining room table, eating with the only sounds being our stomachs grumbling in appreciation. I sit across from Amber with Mom on my right-hand side and within a few minutes of sitting down and digging into the food, I feel Amber’s foot rubbing up my inner calf. My whole body tenses and stops moving, it is so noticeable that my mother looks at me saying, “Sam? Are you alright?”
I cough awkwardly as Amber gives me a sly grin, mumbling out, “I thought I had to sneeze, but I guess not,” and giving an awkward laugh. Mom just nods her head and goes back to eating as Amber resumes her teasing. The arch of her foot presses against my calf and rubs upwards to my knee before her toes curl inwards, essentially walking along my inner thigh. Her toes press against the quickly forming bulge in my pants and begin to knead it.
My breath catches in my throat slightly as I try to concentrate on my food and not letting my mother see what is happening. My eyes shoot daggers at Amber trying to mentally tell her to stop, but she just returns my look with a cheeky little smile almost as if to say, What are you going to do about it Sam? Her toes rub along my shaft as it presses hard against my jeans along my leg, rubbing it up and down.
She continues to torment and tease me, tempting me and getting my cock to leak precum freely inside my boxers for the entire meal. As soon as everyone finished eating, I push my chair back, quickly adjusting myself so my excited state is not so obvious, before grabbing everyone’s plates and announcing that I would be doing the dishes. “Thank you Sam,” my mother seems genuinely happy that I have offered to do so.
“Yeah Sam, thank you soooo much,” Amber adds with a seductive little tease in her voice that my mother takes as sarcasm from her.
I quickly retreat into the kitchen and begin to wash up the dishes, thinking to myself; What the fuck Sam, get a control of yourself. Do you want Mom to see what’s going on here? God you’re so weak! Constantly berating myself the entire time I wash up. I try to make the washing take as long as possible without it being too obvious before returning to the living room and the family. I sit down as far from Amber as I possibly can and try to keep her out of my sight as I pick up The Prince and begin to read, hardly able to concentrate.
The evening actually passes surprisingly quickly and I head off to bed shortly after Mom, not trusting Amber and I to be alone in the living room. Before I go I throw three large logs onto the fire and glance over at Amber saying, “we don’t want a repeat of last night do we,” putting extra emphasis on ‘don’t.’ She just gives me an innocent little smile before returning to her book. Shaking my head I walk down the hall and into the bathroom, do my teeth and then climb into bed quickly falling into a deep sleep.
I never hear Amber come into the room or slide into bed, but I quickly awake when I feel her hands pulling my cock out of my boxers. “Amber what the fu-“ I try to angrily whisper before she shoves something into my mouth. I try to reach up to pull it out, only to find that I am unable to move my arms. Twisting my head over, in the faint glow of the moon I can see that she has strapped both wrists to the bed posts and that it is a pair of her panties that she has pushed into my mouth gagging me. My eyes widen as I take in how helpless I am, mumbling incoherently through the gag.
