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Boiling Point (NiahxRook10

Courson opened the door and was stunned to see Riley once again in her underwear in front of him but this time she wasn't wearing a bra. Unfortunately she was facing away from him. Wait, unfortunately? More like thank god! "Fuck!" He yelped and slammed the door shut between them. Couldn't he go an hour without getting uncomfortably close to his sister? "What's going on up there?" Their father called from down stairs. "We need a bigger house, that's what!" Courson responded. He then returned to his room as that seemed to be the only safe place as long as he was cautious with the closet door!
 
Riley stood there in shock for a moment, before rushing to the door and turning the deadbolt. "God!" Her hands ran through her long hair, gripping slightly in frustration. This had to stop happenning! She heard Courson's father call up to them, but felt no need to answer since Courson had already done so. Instead, she jumped into the shower and turned to water on. The streaming flow of liquid was a welcome sensation upon her skin. The coolness beginning to chill her body down, something much needed, since her body temperature had only increased when Courson had walked in on her. She closed her eyes and attempted to think of something else. "Just forget about it" she whispered to herself. She couldn't though and as the water trickled down her neck, it reminded her of the sensation of having someone's lips caressing down the same area. Not just anyone's lips though... Her eyes shot open as she realized who she had been imagining for a second. Right, shower was officially over!

The teenager jumped out and wrapped a towel around herself. She checked and then double checked to make sure that all was clear in the hallway, before running to her bedroom door. Locking it behind her and insuring that the closet door was firmly closed, Riley finally began the task of drying and dressing herself. For the rest of the day she stuck close to her mother. Thinking that if she was with her, no weird moments between herself and Courson could possibly arise again. So she had returned downstairs and watched some television with the older woman. Then she had helped her cook dinner and prepare the table. Her mother was surprised at her daughter's sudden interest in household chores, but decided just to be happy instead of complaining.

Once everything was done, yet another tense filled evening began. Things were different from yesterday though. Instead of annoyance causing Riley to avoid eye contact with Courson. It was now the image of his hard cock, bobbing up and down in the cool air, that made it impossible for her to look at the male. Riley crossed her legs and coughed, before attempting to keep herself occupied with eating. Everything was going to be fine. He'd be leaving tomorrow once the parents were gone and then Riley could get on with things. She'd invite friends over, maybe meet a cute guy and that will make her completely forgot all about Courson and how she had felt when watching him.
 
Courson sat there and focused on his food. If he thought about that then he wouldn't think about Riley. What was he eating? Porkchops. Porkchops came from pigs. Pigs are round like Riley's breasts. No! He was eating meat! Meat was just muscle. Lean muscle that would stretch as Riley climbed on top of...NO! He reached for a biscuit out of the bowl. It was soft and warm...like her skin. Dammit! "I'm not very hungry." He said standing up and taking his plate away into the kitchen. Normally a pretty healthy eater, Courson had left his food barely half done. He returned to his room and lay down on his bed, eager to fall asleep so that tomorrow his parents could go on their trip and he could get away from this house it's other inhabitant. He had it all planned out, he would meet with some of the guys in town and they would spend all their time hitting the bars and partying. Courson would certainly meet more than one hot chick that would fix his little problem. He smiled as he drifted off to sleep.
 
The parents watched as Courson left the room abruptly. Between Riley helping to cook and him refusing to eat, they were clearly seeing that something was up. "What's going on with you two?" Her mother asked. "What? Nothing! Why... why would there be? Everything's fine. Can't I even get through one meal without being interrogated?" Riley panicked. Then she also began clearing away her plate and ascended the steps shortly after Courson. Burying herself underneath the bed covers, all that she wanted to do was shut out the rest of the world. Back downstairs; the adults simply sat there, looking at one another aghast. "Hormones?" Courson's father suggested to his wife with a shrug.

The next morning wasn't exactly all fun and games to start off with either. The parents needed help to finish their packing and there was the usual last minute panic when one of them thought they had lost their passport. Her mother kept checking and rechecking their luggage, concerned about leaving anything that they might need behind. They also continually repeated their emergency contact details to Courson and Riley. As if they were convinced that they might burn the house down whilst they were gone. All in all, it took far too long to get them to the taxi. Right now the oddball family were all stood outside, loading everything into the vehicle.
 
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The parents watched as Courson left the room abruptly. Between Riley helping to cook and him refusing to eat, they were clearly seeing that something was up. "What's going on with you two?" Her mother asked. "What? Nothing! Why... why would there be? Everything's fine. Can't I even get through one meal without being interrogated?" Riley panicked. Then she also began clearing away her plate and ascended the steps shortly after Courson. Burying herself underneath the bed covers, all that she wanted to do was shut out the rest of the world. Back downstairs; the adults simply sat there, looking at one another aghast. "Hormones?" Courson's father suggested to his wife with a shrug.

The next morning wasn't exactly all fun and games to start off with either. The parents needed help to finish their packing and there was the usual last minute panic when one of them thought they had lost their passport. Her mother kept checking and rechecking their luggage, concerned about leaving anything that they might need behind. They also continually repeated their emergency contact details to Courson and Riley. As if they were convinced that they might burn the house down whilst they were gone. All in all, it took far too long to get them to the taxi. Right now the oddball family were all stood outside, loading everything into the vehicle.
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"Well that about does it." Their father said as he fit an absurd amount of luggage into the taxi's trunk. Courson was pretty sure the vehicle was lopsided. "You kids behave yourselves, remember all the contact info is on the fridge in case you forget as well as our itinerary and hotel address." He came over and shook his son's hand then wrapped his step daughter in a big hug. It was all very embarrassing. Their mother hugged them both and then they were off to the airport. Waiting until he was sure they were long gone and not going to turn around, Courson hurried over to the truck and cranked it up. He had already sneaked a duffle bag with everything he would need into the back during all the hustle and bustle. Putting the key into the ignition he started her up....except she didn't start...she didn't do anything. "Oh fuck." He groaned and rested his head on the steering wheel, still turning the key in vain. He exited the vehicle, lifted up the hood and began fiddling with it. He was no mechanic though and didn't really know what he was doing. As best he could tell the damn thing was possessed!
 
Riley's mother began to hug her daughter and for a second it seemed that she might not let go. "If you need anything just call ok? If anything happens to you we'll come straight home!" Riley couldn't help but give a smile. "Mum, I promise I'll still be alive when you get back." She replied, hugging her in return. Courson's father then came over and hugged her too. It was a little more awkward, but she appreciated the sentiment. He was quite an old fashioned man, opting to give his son a handshake instead. Riley watched as the taxi drove away, she could see the parents waving through the back window and so she waved back. The car had barely disappeared over the horizon, when Courson began running to the truck. He didn't bother to say goodbye, so Riley simply began walking into the house, relieved to see the back of him. However as she reached the front door, she could hear the male cursing from inside of the vehicle. He soon came out and began looking under the hood. This couldn't be happening! Riley was having the worst luck in the world! Was it Friday the thirteenth or something? "Just call one of your friends to pick you up." She suggested. The guy needed to leave, now!
 
"That's what I'm gonna have to do." He said shaking his head and closing the hood. Pulling out his phone he dialed his friend Fred. Fred and Courson had been friends since freshmen year, he always came through. The phone rang for a minute...then rang some more...then rang some more...then rang even more. Courson hung up the phone. "Ok. Let's try Philip." He and Philip were drinking buddies, they always partied together. Philip also had a bill problem because Courson never connected. "Noah, please pick up, Noah." To his credit, Noah actually picked up the phone. Unfortunately he was not about to drive his minivan all the way out there through the snow to pick up his friend. Frustrated and out of options Courson hung up the phone and then hung his head in defeat. He did not want to be stick here at ALL! Looking over at Riley and seeing his own frustration mirrored back at him he reassured her, "Look, I'll just stay here tonight and then tomorrow someone will come get me. Fred will definitely call me back later tonight and we'll make plans for tomorrow." He really hoped he was right.
 
Riley watched as Courson attempted to make contact with one of his friends. Then she watched as he tried again and again, but to no avail. There had been a slight moment when their hopes had been raised, as Courson actually managed to get hold of someone. That hope was dashed pretty quickly though, when his friend refused to pick him up. Finally it seemed that Courson had reached the end of his list of possible rides and just stood there looking solemn. Riley stared back, her face a picture of utter irritation. Surely there had to be someone else, anyone else that he could call? However as he looked up, his expression was clear. 'Fuck my life!' Riley was screaming inside of her head. Courson promised that he'd be gone by tomorrow and she ended up responding with a groan. Another day of him being here? Was she Hitler in a past life? Cause she was really starting to believe that the Universe was punishing her for something. "Fine" she grumbled, before dragging herself back inside. Quickly whipping off her boots and coat, Riley headed into the living room and seized the television remote. She didn't get it yesterday or the day before, so today she intended to keep it firmly in her grasp. Jumping onto the sofa, she lay down and took up the entire space. Before beginning to flip through the channels lazily.
 
Courson tried one more desperate time to start the truck but to no avail. To make matters worse the truck as parked directly behind the SUV so there was no way for it to get out either. Greatly discouraged he walked back into the house where he removed his outside clothing and boots and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. His thirst quenched, he walked into the living room to see Riley laying out on the couch. It was kind of an inviting sight he thought then scowled and remember that she was a bitch for taking up the entire couch. Still he didn't feel like going up to his room and Riley had been expecting to have the house to herself. On top of all that Courson did not want any repeat what the remote incident from yesterday so he walked across the room and say in the matching chair, deciding that he would watch whatever it was that she decided to watch.
 
Riley was kind of put off when Courson came into the living room after her. Deciding not to start a fight though, she simply let it be. He wasn't bothering her, didn't attempt to take the remote or tell her to budge up on the sofa. So just this once she decided to cut him some slack. The young woman turned her attention back to the television and switched it to the lifestyle channel. A few hours went by and soon it was beginning to get dark outside. During those few hours, Riley had found herself glancing to Courson once in a while. His cute brown curls, deep dark eyes, chiseled features, they were all so... Gross! Yeah totally, gross! Gross was definitely the word that she was thinking of. Not attractive, not sexy! No! No! No! Feeling the need for a break from his presence, Riley decided to go get herself something to eat. She stood up and stretched, lying in the same position for hours tended to make your muscles ache. Her top lifted ever so slightly as she did so, revealing her smooth stomach. Riley then stopped stretching, before heading into the kitchen. She made sure to take the television remote with her, she didn't want Courson changing the channel whilst she was gone.
 
Courson had almost fallen asleep these programs were so boring. When Riley got up and stretched though his body became wide awake. His eyes traced up her legs and to the curve of her ass, so plump and juicy, her midriff so flat and toned and the swell of her breasts even beneath her clothes. Her hair so straight and smooth, her expression pure pleasure as she was stretched er stretched herself. He shook himself for a moment, he needed out of this damn house. Noticing Riley's departure with the remote he thought of a clever way to get back at her. He quickly sprung into action and jumped on one side of the sofa, stretching his own legs out on the rest of it's length and leaning his head back into his hands. He put on a smug grin just for her. The long sleeved shirt he was wearing was actually a little tight so his biceps were clearly outlined in the sleeves thanks to the position of his arms though it wasn't intentional at all.
 
Riley came back into the room carrying a sandwich on a plate. However she stopped in her tracks when she noticed Courson lay upon the sofa. His face with a devious grin upon it, as he was now claiming the piece of furniture for himself. God she could slap him! That's if she could focus for more than two seconds. His shirt was far too tight and at this very moment was constricting around his arms. Every line upon his toned biceps was visible, so strong and muscular. Riley had to give herself a mental slap in order to refocus. 'He's a jerk, remember?! Look, he's just taken over the sofa! Do something about it!' Riley knew that there was no point arguing with him. He'd never move of his own accord and she'd be damned if she was sitting on the chair. Since Courson almost always had control over the television, it also meant that he gained control of the sofa automatically. So Riley was constantly on that stupid chair!

The sofa was a lot more comfortable and he wasn't even supposed to be here anyway! Tonight was supposed to be her night to relax and she was going to do so! Riley put her plate on the arm of the couch, before quite simply grabbing hold of Courson's ankles and moving his feet out of the way. She then sat down next to him on the sofa and gave him a defiant expression. Riley took a bite of her sandwich and once again started to flip through the television channels. Quite out of the blue, she came across one that was showing Cruel Intentions. Riley had never watched the movie before, however she had several friends who had. They all pretty much seemed to like it, so she decided to leave it on. Might as well see what all the fuss was about.
 
Courson let Riley move his feet. He actually got a kick out of how aggravated she looked doing it. Now that they were both on the very comfortable sofa she switched to some movie where a rich boy was bantering with his step sister apparently. Seemed kinda like him and Riley for a second then the step sister took off her jacket revealing...well...revealing. Courson wasn't so sure this was a regular channel anymore, a part of him wanted to get up out of the room because if this was a porno it was gonna be weird watching it with Riley next to him. But as it turned out the step sister was just showing off and making a bet with him about seducing some other girl, she wanted his car and apparently he wanted her body. Though Courson wasn't so sure she didn't want rich boy's dick also. He shot a glance over at Riley to see her reaction.
 
The movie started up quite normal, Riley was a fan of Buffy, so was quite excited to see Sarah Michelle Gellar's face pop up on screen. When she removed her jacket, Riley found it a little weird, only because the scene was clearly meant to turn guys on. However it surely couldn't be that raunchy, I mean it definitely wasn't a porno. Not when it had several professional actors in it. She continued to watch and then things between the step-siblings got... weird. She almost choked on her sandwich when Kathryn offered to have sex with Sebastian. What the hell had she chosen to put on?! She felt somewhat embarrassed, but also a little intrigued about where this story was going. Riley glanced to Courson and they accidentally locked eyes. She was quick to look straight back at the television though. Riley waited for him to demand that she change the channel, however he never did.

So she just let the movie keeping playing and as it went on, it became perfectly clear that the film was about teenagers going through their sexual awakenings. Not really something suitable to watch with your step-brother. However neither of them seemed unable to tear themselves away from the screen. Then a scene came on which changed everything. Sebastian and Kathryn were discussing their plans and the female sat down on his lap. Sebastian massaged her neck and shoulders and she began to massage his... Riley's eyes widened and she could feel heat rushing to her cheeks. Things began to get heated in the movie as it seemed that the step-siblings might actually end up having sex right in front of them! Then for a split second, it wasn't the two actors that she saw on screen, it was her and Courson. Panicking, she grabbed the remote and changed the channel.
 
The eye lock was weird, really weird. Courson decided to distract himself by watching the movie. It had a lot of drama and sexual innuendo. Why did Riley wanna watch this? Weirdo. When it go to the scene where the girl, Kathryn he thought she was, sat on Richboy's, because that was his official name now, lap it got really weird. He kind felt where the dude was coming from though, he imagined himself in that position with that hot girl rubbing his junk. What if she was actually his step sister? Then her image was replaced with Riley's, again in that damn lingerie! Courson stopped himself from thinking, he was bright red and had a growing discomfort in his pants. Right then Riley changed the channel, just before the two on the screen looked like they were about to go at it. Realizing the delicate situation he was in Courson decided to remove himself through some excuse. "I need to go take a shower." He said as he got up and went upstairs, crossing in front of Riley to do so, desperately hoping that his boner wasn't too obvious and that he wasn't in front of her long enough for her to notice. He ran up to the shower and locked the door before stripping and jumping in.

Only after washing himself very thoroughly did he exit the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist, the rest of hisbody not even completely dry as he walked towards his room.
 
There was yet another moment of tense filled silence, that seemed to happen a lot lately. Then Courson got to his feet in order to rush towards the shower. His crotch was pretty much eye level with Riley's face as he scooted past. She couldn't help it and had ended up glancing for just a moment. Had there been a bulge there? No, of course not! It was probably just a trick of the light and besides, he had been moving so swiftly that she couldn't really see anything to be fair. She was just flustered and imagining things. Of course using the word flustered was putting it mildly, a more accurate description would be horny. Riley took in a deep breath and crossed her legs, there was also something else that she was feeling, moist.

Now alone in the living room, she really wasn't in the mood for television anymore. So she switched it off and sought refuge in her bedroom. Riley closed her door firmly and instantly began stripping from her clothes. She just felt so wrong and filthy! She needed to get rid of them and so changed into a small, silk and lace nightie, before collecting up all of her dirty washing. Riley ventured back downstairs and began to go through the laundry. Sorting out everything by fabric, colour and sensitivity. If she just kept herself occupied then her mind wouldn't wander back to Courson. Once she was done, she threw her underwear into the washing machine first and switched it on. Riley then ran back upstairs, determined to stay there the entire night.

However as she reached the top step, she bumped into Courson. His body dripping wet as water traced down the abs upon his torso. His skin glistened all the way down to the perfect v shape that tucked into his towel. Everything was so defined, so tight... so... so. Riley's clitoris began to throb and she could feel her nipples hardening underneath the thin, silk nightie. With no bra on, they caressed against the material and this sent a shot of electricity up her backside. She needed to get away from him! Riley ran into her bedroom and slammed the door closed. She stood on the other side, breathing so heavily that you'd think she had just been running a marathon.
 
Courson had been startled when Riley bumped into him and even more startled when he saw what she was wearing. The top it all off as she was staring at him he swore he saw her nipples harden! She must have just been cold was all, yeah that was it. He stepped into his bedroom and used the towel to finish drying off then let it fall to the floor. He laid on his bed still naked. He couldn't get these images of Riley out of his head! His cock began to stir and harden until he couldn't fight it anymore. He had to jack off. He was giving in now, it was the only way. He didn't want the porn in the closet anymore, he has seen enough in the past two days to last an eternity in hell which is where he was pretty sure he'd end up after what he was about to do.

Taking his cock in his hand he closed his eyes a replayed all the events prior to now. The closet Where he had seen Riley's toned body and supple curves wrapped in that lace underwear. The remote fight where he had felt her body pressed against him. When he walked in on her in the bathroom and her bare back was exposed while her perky ass invited him to smack it. He was breathing heavily and jerking with enough force to make the bed rock a little.
 
Riley began running her fingers through her hair, as she started to pace up and down in her room. She needed to get rid of this feeling, but walking back and forth did nothing. Normally when she was stressed, a few laps around her bedroom would do the trick of calming her down again. There in lay the problem, she wasn't stressed, she was turned on! Her eyes glanced to her bed and she knew that what she was contemplating was wrong, but she couldn't take it anymore. The young woman climbed into bed and began to explore herself. Her right hand pulled down the lace of her nightie, exposing her right breast. Goosebumps erupted on her skin as the cool air hit her erect nipple fully.

She began to caress it with her one hand, whilst the other glided down and began to make circular movements upon her clit. Images of Courson began to flash into her mind, his dripping wet hard abs, his strong biceps and lastly that awe inspiring image of him pleasuring himself, his full manhood out on display. She imagined that it was his hands upon her skin instead of her own and as her fingers entered inside of herself, she began wishing that it was his cock. Soft moans emitted from her mouth, as her index finger and middle finger slid in and out of her sex. Her thumb continuing to work her clit, as her right hand tantalized her nipple.
 
Snow began to fall outside and the winds began to pick up. Courson was oblivious to it all as he continued to stroke himself. His mind began to create new images of Riley. Of her on all fours crawling toward him, licking her lips as she reached for his cock, sucking it between her lips. Yeah that was one way to shut her up. He grinned then switched the image to her bouncing on top of him, her hair a mess and her mouth open in ecstasy. His hips began to buck on their own, his body over eager to fuck. Not just to fuck anyone though, he wanted Riley, he wanted his step sister!
 
If only they had stayed downstairs for an extra half an hour. If only they had left the television on so that they could see the weather report, but they didn't. So the teenagers were not aware of the horrendous blizzard knocking at their front door. The wind started to howl, but it was drowned out by Riley's moans, which were fast becoming louder cries. She could practically feel them, Courson's soft lips as he kissed down her neck, biting into her collarbone and thrusting into her with all his might. Riley's body responded in kind to her vivid imagination. Her hips gyrating into her fingers, plunging them deeper. "Ah... ah..." She was so wet and could feel her orgasm approaching.
 
Courson was grunting and growling, actually trying to hold back his orgasm so that he could continue to fantasize about Riley/ He imagined having her bent over on that damned sofa, spanking her and then sinking his cock into her from behind, burying himself deep into her tight wet pussy as she cried out is pleasure. It was almost like he could actually hear her cries and it motivated him to increase his own volume in response, grunting louder as he imagine thrusting into her again and again. The tip of his cock was leaking pre-cum everywhere as his ejaculation was just a few strokes away. Meanwhile the wind continued to howl as it turned white with the snowfall. It began to gather on the window sill, pile on the cars outside and slowly rise up around the house. Weather reports were estimating several feet before the end of the night!
 
The wind was horrendous, anything not tied down either physically or simply by it's own gravity, was picked up off of the ground and flew into the air, along with the ever increasing snowflakes. The throbbing sensation in Riley's clitoris was becoming intense, it gathered and gathered before almost reaching it's point. Then she heard it, what she thought was just her own imagination, the grunts of Courson. God how she loved to hear a man moan! His groans tipped her over the edge and like a burst of pure energy, her orgasm broke through. "Ahhh!" She let her loudest cry yet, as her fingers quickly sped up to ride out the orgasm. A moan coming out with every push "uh, uh, uh, uh, uh... Uh!" She finished with her hips up at an angle, her fingers plunged deep inside of her. Riley's breathing was intense and heavy, as she gave several satisfied sighs.
 
"UggghhhhhhhggrrrrrrrraaAAAAAHHHH!" Courson let out a throaty groan as his ejaculation came rushing forth like an earthquake. Ropes of thick white cum shot out in every direction, more even than when he had ruined the porno mag. His body shook as his cock went limp and he collapsed on the bed, sweating profusely despite the cool air which was now giving him a chill. Crawling underneath his blankets he curled up and went to sleep, dismissing the wind for just a little gust. As he drifted off he reflected how real the ecstatic moans and cries his mind had made up were. The final one which sent him over the edge was particularly real. His mind almost put two and two together about Riley's hard nipples, and his brain's amazing sound editing but Courson passed out before that happened. Meanwhile the blizzard outside continued to blow and the snow continued to rise. There was no telling the state the property would be in come sunrise.
 
Riley drifted into an uneasy sleep that night and the next morning she awoke feeling guilty. The previous evening she had experienced the best self induced orgasm of her life and it had been because she was thinking of Courson. It wasn't right and she knew it. Hoping that a shower would make her feel better, she slipped out of bed and ventured into the bathroom. For once, her morning shower was very uneventful. Courson must have been sleeping in or something. Once she felt a hundred percent clean, she finally stepped out, covered herself with a towel and returned to her bedroom.

The brunette then changed into some warm clothes, her coat and yet again her snow boots. Riley's mother had told her almost fifty odd times not to forget about the mail. She didn't want it building up in the postbox because of the teenagers not going to check it. So Riley thought that it would be best to do it now, whilst she still remembered. Heading downstairs, she grabbed the front keys and unlocked the door. As she swung it open, her ignorance about last night's weather was completely shattered. Snow that had built up against the bottom of the front door, slipped into the house and on top of her feet. Her eyes widened as she peeked her head around the corner.

The entire street was snowed in, the wheels of every vehicle almost engulfed in the thick, unmovable substance. She could see some of the neighbors attempting to leave their drives, but it was impossible. Nothing was going in or out of this street! "Oh my God!" No, this couldn't be happening! Courson was being picked up today! Danielle, Riley's childhood friend, was coming over to stay the night! It had all been planned! How the hell was she going to get her car through this? Short answer... she wasn't. "No, no, no, no, no." Riley began to whimper to herself. Maybe she should just become a hermit and have done with it?! There was obviously some powerful force that didn't want her to enjoy the holidays this year!
 
Courson woke up with a bit of a chill even though during the night he had cocooned himself in blankets. Throwing on some jogging pants and a light sweater he exited his room and went down stairs to bump up the thermostat. About halfway down he saw Riley standing in the open doorway with snow all over the welcome mat. "What did you.." he began but then realized she hadn't done anything. There was several feet of snow piled up not just at the door but everywhere! Cars were blocked in, streets were covered, just a desert of white that rose up to Courson's stomach. "What the fuck?" He mumbled as he arrived at the bottom and stared out into the yard with Riley. How was anybody going to come out here in this shit?

Walking into the living room, Courson switched on the TV and changed it to the weather channel. Sure enough a blizzard had come through last night and buried most areas in snow. Looking at some of the broadcasts he concluded that they had gotten off easy but more snow was forecast-ed if not in such a large amount. "Well, best we can do is wait it out till it gets low enough to shovel. No use trying to bring it down from this level right now." He said scratching his head with the remote. He was well aware that nobody was going to pick him up today, not in this, he had to refocus on the reality that he and Riley were stuck with what resources they had until they could leave. Fortunately there was plenty of food in the house and the pipes hadn't frozen.
 
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