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Boiling Point (NiahxRook10

Riley had ignored his comment and simply carried on walking. Before bed, she decided on a nice warm shower, which was luckily uninterrupted with everyone else in the house busy. Once she was done, she headed into her bedroom and changed into her pajamas for the night. Riley made sure to dry her hair thoroughly, before getting into bed and grabbing for her smart phone. She sat there for a while, chatting to her friends via facebook, text and whatsapp. However it didn't take long for the teenager to eventually drift off to sleep, phone still in hand and all.

The next morning she awoke quite gradually. Opening her eyes several times, before deciding better of it and going back to sleep. However after about the fourth time, her body just wouldn't allow her to drift back off. Giving a sigh, she rolled out of bed and just like yesterday, made her way to the bathroom. Only this time, to her relief, the hallway was clear. Happy to be finally receiving some much needed peace and quiet in the morning, she crept over to the bathroom... only to find it locked. Her mother had obviously heard someone fiddling with the handle and so had called "occupied." Riley rubbed her eyes slightly, "sorry mum" she replied. Turning on her heels, she made her way back to the bedroom. For now she'd just have to pick out her outfit first and then try again for the bathroom later.

Closing her bedroom door, she then opened up her closet and began digging inside. The teenager repeatedly began to tut, it was extremely annoying trying to navigate through this. She had to share the damn thing with Courson. In fact as she pushed the clothes aside, she could see the other closet door that lead into his room. Worst design plan ever! Riley picked out a pair of jeans and black v-neck jumper, before heading back to her bed. She left the door open for now, as she intended to grab some shoes in a minute. Riley then pulled off her pajamas and quickly changed into her underwear. A pair of dark purple and black french, lace knickers, with a matching balconette bra.
 
Courson slowly rose from his bed, rejoining the world of the living. He stood up and stretched. He began moving towards his bedroom door but already heard water running. "Ugh, she beat me to it." He muttered through his sleep. That was alright, he still had a rather conspicuous erecting pitching a tent in his boxers. He walked over to his closet, deciding to pick out his clothes for the day. He swung the door wide open...and all his clothes were missing! Wait no they had just been pushed aside but Courson couldn't focus on that right then because all he saw was Riley standing there in lingerie. There was shock, there was silence. There was a deer in the head lights look all around. His cock twitched. "What the FUCK!?" he yelled and covered his eyes.
 
Riley was turned slightly away from the door and so hadn't noticed Courson entering their shared closet. It wasn't until he began to yell that she finally realized. Riley let out a high pitched scream, the type often heard whenever she found a spider in her room. The male seemed to panic, because instead of backing out and slamming the door shut. He simply covered his eyes and remained standing there. "Courson?!" Riley yelled back, flinging her arms over her very generous breasts, the teenager had always been well endowed. She ran on over to close the door and had her hand on it ready to slam it shut, when she stopped. It was a momentary blip, strange and uncontrollable. As her eyes glanced at his athletic torso and the erection pushing against his boxers. Riley's insides churned and with that shocking sensation bringing her back to reality, she closed the door on him and pressed her back against the frame. Her breathing was unsteady as she simply stood there, unable to really process what had just happened.
 
The screaming attracted their parents and they each arrived at their respective children's doors. Courson's was still locked so all Dad could do was knock. "What the hell is going on, son?" He called through the door. There was a sound of foot steps and Courson opened the door, still covering his eyes. "I need therapy." Was all he said and then walked to the bathroom, hitting the wall a few times, and closed the door. Only then did he uncover his eyes. Thank fully his erection had disappear by the time he had opened the door to his bed room. Mom looked at Dad but he just shrugged. She knocked on the door, "Riley, honey, is everything ok?"
 
"Fine!" The word came out squeaky and weird, causing Riley to cough slightly before she attempted to speak again. "I'm fine, don't come in, I'm... I'm not decent!" She called out to her mother and her husband. Riley snatched up her clothes and began pulling them onto her body. She needed to be covered, like now, right now! Grabbing her snow boots, she shoved them on and retrieved her waterproof coat, before flinging it over her body and marching out of her room. Riley deviated past the adults, unable to make eye contact. "Sweetie, where are you going?" Her mother called. "To brush the snow off the car!" Riley replied. She needed fresh air and a good cold slap to the face, the icy snap of winter should achieve that just nicely. The parents simply stood there, looking at one another dumbfounded.
 
Courson went about his routine with an added shower because he felt particularly dirty. After words he went to his room and stood behind the closet door as he opened it this time. There was no sound for over a minute so he chanced a peek and saw only darkness. He quickly gathered some clothes and extra, he had just gotten dressed in another set of jeans and a thick brown sweater when his father came walking by. "Hey dude!" He was trying to be cool again, he needed to stop that. "Listen I need to you go outside and help your sister with the cars and the driveway." Courson lifted his head and looked to the ceiling as if to ask God why? Then he looked at his Dad. Before he could even ask his father was saying, "Because I said so and I'm Dad." Then he continued down the hall. Well that was the end of that conversation. Courson reached for his coat and went down stairs. He slid it on and stepped out onto the front porch where he could see Riley struggling to reach the far end of the SUV's windshield to get the snow. It was kinda cute, then he remember it was Riley and that she was the devil. All the same he had a feeling his father was watching from whatever fucking ninja perch he watched things from so Courson walked up behind her without speaking and took hold of the plastic snow scoop.
 
Riley was enjoying the quiet and solitude. She really should have put on an extra jumper though, as the cold bit at her ruthlessly. However she had just been in too much of a rush and now had no desire to go back inside. Deciding that focusing on the cars would warm her up, she continued to brush at the heavy snow. Every now and again she came to a particularly stubborn bit. Where the snow had stiffened and was practically ice, instead of the dexterous, fluffy substance that she preferred. Determined not to be put off, she put her back into it and continued to chip away at the ice carefully. Riley wasn't particularly tall and so when doing the windshield of the SUV, had to stand on her tiptoes. Yet still; she wasn't able to completely reach the other side. That's when Courson came out and began to help her. Really? She couldn't get any decent amount of alone time in this place, could she? Riley guessed that he had been sent out here by one of the adults. No way would he lend her his assistance of his own accord. There was nothing but awkward silence, as the pair continued on with their work. Once in a while she found herself glancing back to the male, before giving herself a mental slap and swiftly turning her attention elsewhere. She gingerly made her way around the front of the second car and accidentally slipped on a patch of ice. Landing on the floor with a bump, Riley began to curse to herself. "Fuck..."
 
Courson just busied himself with the patches Riley couldn't reach or couldn't chip. She still struggled though and really stretched herself at times. It was at those times that Courson would catch himself watching her and thinking about that lingerie and then scolding himself mentally. He was chipping at some particularly stubborn ice when he heard a sliding noise, a thump, and then Riley muttering. He looked around the back edge of the SUV and stifled a laugh. Riley had somehow managed to land right on her ass. It took a minute for him to compose himself but eventually he reached out a gloved hand to help her up. "I swear to God if you slip and fall trying to get up on your own I'm going to die of laughter." He said mockingly.
 
Riley scowled as the sound of Courson's laugh washed over her. Well of course he would find it hilarious! However for her, sat in the freezing cold snow, it wasn't so funny! She had fully been prepared to attempt to maneuver herself up and out of this mess alone. Simply assuming that Courson would be way too busy enjoying himself. However to her surprise, he walked on over and reached out a hand. Riley was suspicious at first, helping her up slightly before suddenly letting her go and allowing her to fall back into the snow, that seemed like something he might do. However she decided to take a leap of faith. So she raised her arm and her hand gripped onto his own. She tried her best to keep her feet steady, needing to lean into Courson slightly in order to do so. As Riley pushed and he pulled, she managed to get back to standing position. Once stood, their faces ended up being closer than one would have liked. Her eyes locked onto his for only a moment, before she quickly let go of his hand. "Thanks" she said. Taking a step back, she began to walk back around the car, patting at her backside in order to get the snow off of her.
 
The sudden awkwardness of the moment was not lost on Courson and he found himself watching her walk away. It wasn't like there was much to watch with the coat and everything but again his mind was dressing her in lingerie and speculating what her ass might have looked like in those lace panties. Now it was Courson's turn to dance with gravity as he jerked himself to forcefully and by the time he realized what was happening he was halfway to the ground. This was a very loud thump considered his larger frame. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuck." He groaned as he just lay there contemplating the irony in all of this.
 
Riley could hardly believe it when she heard the almighty kerfuffle that occurred once her back was turned. She looked around to see Courson spread eagle in the snow. Ok, now that it wasn't her, she could totally see how funny it was. Riley placed a hand to her mouth as she began to giggle, she tried not to laugh too hard though and carefully stepped back on over to him. "You ok down there?" She asked, clearly very amused. Being as he had helped her up, returning the favor was the only right thing to do. So Riley outstretched her hand in order to help, but she didn't know how much assistance she could actually provide. His weight probably outmatched her strength. Not because he was fat or anything, mainly due to his height and muscle mass. Not that she ever thought about his muscles... not until right now anyway.
 
Courson grimaced at the sound of laughter. Instant karma they called it. He raised a hand palm facing outward. "No, it's ok. I got this." He rolled himself over and got on his knees then grabbed hold of the SUV to stabilize himself as he stood up very slowly. In straightening his face came in very close proximity to Riley's chest area where, through all the commotion, the from part of her jacket had became slightly undone and Courson could now see a bit of her cleavage. "Jesus woman do the fires of hell burn inside of you or something?" He said in disbelief and turned to walk away. Their job here was done and he needed to get away from Riley today. All sorts of weird stuff was going on and it was making him feel weird and he didn't like it. He walked back inside, stripped off his outer clothing and began flipping throuhg TV channels once again looking for sports.
 
Riley shrugged as Courson refused her help. If he wanted to try and protect some shred of pride, that was fine by her, it meant less of an effort on her end. She watched as he began to rise, his body dangerously close to her own. Then all of a sudden; he kind of snapped at her. Riley's face held a look of utter befuddlement. What the hell was his problem? Was the guy bi-polar or something? He then walked off, leaving her stood in the snow. Riley took one last look at the cars to make sure that everything was done and then followed Courson back inside. Removing her boots, she left them by the door in order to let them dry. Her mother would kill her if she began to traipse snow and mud through the house. Riley also took off her coat and hung it up, before venturing into the living room. "Are you mentally deficient or something?" She said to Courson, referring to his little outburst outside. However she soon became distracted by the television and the fact that it had sports playing on it, again. "No!" She had sat upstairs all day yesterday and let him have the TV for his stupid football. Now it was her turn to watch something that she wanted. The teenager instantly leaned over and began grabbing at the remote.
 
"Hey fuck off!" Courson ssaid as she grabbed the remote. Still keeping a firm grip on it he placed his other hand on the remote as well. He liked watching sports because it kept Riley away from him. It was like bug repellent! Besides he was here first. "I was here first! Go find something else to do!" He shouted as he began to rise so that she couldn't use leverage against him. She had a good grip though and he found it difficult, even with his superior strength, to gain control of the remote. The were both standing now, swaying slightly as they each yanked on the device, pulling it towards one another.
 
"Don't be such a spoiled brat! You had it all day yesterday!" Riley yelled back. Courson rose to his feet and began tugging at the remote. However she wasn't about to let go that easily, he had been nothing but an asshole to her since day one and was never willing to compromise. Well she was sick of it! Right here, right now; she was literally going to take a stand. Riley gripped onto the remote as tight as she could. Courson was naturally stronger than her though, leading Riley to have to use all of her body in order to make up the difference. She leaned back, essentially using her entire weight to pull it from Courson's grasp. The tug of war began to get terribly unbalanced and all of sudden both of the teenagers lost their footing. Riley gave a slight yelp, as she fell to the floor, Courson followed directly after and landed right on top of the girl.
 
It all happened in slow motion. Riley tugged so hard that it threw them both off balance and went tumbling backwards. Courson threw his hands out and caught himself just before landing on Riley. The result was that his face was less than an inch from hers and his chest laid on top of hers. He paused for a second, freezing at the awkwardness of it all. Then he pushed himself up and repatriated up the stairs to his room. Leaving the remote and his step-sister on the ground.
 
Riley's breathing stopped as Courson and herself were practically nose to nose. His dark eyes stared back at her, causing something strange to stir inside of her body. She could feel his firm chest pressed against her own and for a moment they both froze. Then as quick as a flash, Couson got to his feet and retreated to his room. Riley just lay there on the floor, gripping onto the remote tightly. Her prize seemed hollow, as the result was yet another weird incident between them. What the hell was wrong with her? Her chest rose and fell as she finally let out the breath that she had been holding. Rolling back over, she got to her feet and sat down on the sofa. She began to flip through the channels, hoping to find something that would take her mind off what had just happened.
 
Courson slammed his bedroom door and ran his fingers through his dark curls. What the fuck was that? Why did his body feel so hot? He paced around his room. Was he sick? He didn't feel sick, just riled up. He couldn't get the image of Riley from this morning out of his head. Resolving to drown the image with others, Courson locked his door and went over to the closet. He opened it and removed the first floor board of I front of him. This was his secret stash where he kept things like, well basically just his adult magazines. He pulled out his first one featuring more scantily clad ladies. Courson casually pushed the closet door closed, unaware that it was slightly ajar. He laid on his bed and opened the magazine. Finding a model he liked he fixated on her image as he began to become aroused.
 
Riley spent the next several moments channel hopping, until her mother walked in and squealed excitingly when Riley skipped past her favorite soap opera. "Oh, go back, go back..." Her mother began to ask. The teenager rolled her eyes, she guessed that she wasn't going to be allowed to watch the television today after all. Turning it back onto her mother's programme, Riley then stood up and began to leave the room, only to collide with Courson's father. He had been carrying some food and accidentally spilled a portion of it onto Riley. "Ah!" The young woman jumped and looked down at her top, which now needed changing. "Sorry Rilester." He said, still attempting to sound like a cool dad. "No problem sweetie, just put it in the wash and it'll come straight out." Her mother called over. Riley moaned before dragging herself upstairs and back into her bedroom. Opening her closet door, she began to look for a new top. However as she did so, she noticed that Courson's door was slightly open. What caught her eye stopped the girl in her tracks. He was lay upon his bed, trousers undone and magazine in hand. 'Oh my God' she thought to herself. She should have left at that very moment, but something compelled her to continue watching.
 
The first girl was a classic busty blonde. One of Courson's favorites, he admired her for a moment while lightly rubbing his erection through his briefs. But she just wasn't doing it for him so he flipped through a few pages and found a beautiful Asian woman. Her exotic appearance had a noticeable affect on his erection and he slid his pants further down, letting his cock bob out in the open air. After a few moments he still wasn't feeling quite the arousal he was looking for, she just didn't have the curves he liked. Courson turned the page more time and there she was, a beautiful brunette posing and nearly identical lingerie to what Riley had been wearing earlier. Too frustrated to care Courson remained in the page and began stroking himself more vigorously.
 
Riley's eyes widened as Courson shifted his pants so that they were lower down on his legs. His solid manhood jerked free and she found herself biting down on her bottom lip. It wasn't like she hadn't seen one before, her college ex had made sure of that. It turned out that he had also been attending to a lot of other girls as well though, so she had dumped his cheating ass before returning home for winter vacation. It was a relationship that she hadn't shared with her family. This was different though, he wasn't just any other guy, he was Courson. The whole situation was wrong and disturbing, yet she didn't move. A throbbing began to occur in her own nether regions, as she watched his strong hand gliding up and down his cock with enthusiasm.
 
Courson stroked himself faster picturing the brunette crouched before him, mouth open wide. He wasn't quite over the edge though. He played with her features in his mind's eye. Removing clothes, changing make up, just different things. Then without warning his fantasy's face changed so that it was now Riley kneeling in front of him, eyes begging for his cum. "Hnggg!" Courson groaned as his cock erupted all over the page. He wasn't normally this explosive, that had been a really good orgasm. Wait, had he just while thinking about Riley? No, they just had the same hair and bodies. Not even the same bodies because Courson had already forgotten what Riley looked like without clothes. Yeah, that was just a totally normal jerk off session, not weird at all. He was lying to himself and he knew it but couldn't admit it. Courson looked at the page, it was ruined. No matter, he didn't wanna look at her again anyway, her tore the page out, crumpled it, and tossed it into the waste basket. Grabbing some tissues he cleaned himself up, pulled his pants back on and began to get up and turn towards the closet to return the magazine to it's hiding spot. He flicked through some of the pages as he walked so he didn't see Riley peering through the gap.
 
The faster he rubbed himself, the heavier Riley's breathing seemed to become. She wasn't turned on! No! Absolutely not! The sight of Courson like this instilled absolutely zero feelings in her. That's all Riley had to keep telling herself. She wanted to believe it, she needed to believe it, but that was easier said than done. Then the male let out a groan of ecstasy and Riley felt her vagina tremble in response. That was it! She needed to get out of here! Grabbing a random top, she backed out of the closet and closed her door just in time, as Courson entered to return his magazine. On the other side, Riley could feel that she was warm, almost as if she had a temperature. She needed a cold shower, now! Flinging her door open she headed towards the bathroom.
 
Courson lifted the floor board and returned the magazine to its spot. As he stood up he noticed a distinct feminine smell to the closet. That damn Riley and all her clothes! Soon it would be invading his room as well! Feeling slightly messy, Courson walked out into the hall towards the bathroom. He hadn't heard or seen Riley run across the hall and didn't hear any water. He reached for the door knob and casually pushed the door open.
 
In her haste to cool down, Riley had forgotten to deadbolt the bathroom door. She roughly began to rip the clothes from her body, as if they were contaminated somehow. As she stood there in her underwear once again, she leaned into the shower and set the temperature to cool, but didn't turn it on just yet. Riley then stood back up straight and began to unhook her bra, her back to the door. It fell to the floor, just as Courson walked on in. Luckily Riley's hands were already close to her chest. So almost instantaneously she had managed to cover her breasts by folding her arms over them. "Courson!" What the hell was this? Walk in on Riley almost naked day?
 
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