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Boiling Point (NiahxRook10

Riley began to kick the snow that had filtered into the house back out of the door. She then had to push quite a bit in order to get it closed. Once it was finally wedged back into the door frame, Riley entered the living. Her eyes focused on the television screen, as she crossed her arms and shook her head. The weather reporter was now informing them, that snow and wind were set to return tonight. Riley just hoped that things wouldn't become dangerous. She glanced over to Courson, their current predicament was now fully sinking in. They were trapped in this house together, nowhere to go, no one else to focus their attention on. Just herself and him... At that moment her cellphone began to ring. Digging into her pocket, Riley scooped it out and answered.

"Dani?" Her friend instantly began asking if Riley had looked outside yet. "I know, our night is pretty much screwed." She hadn't seen Danielle for a while and so had been really looking forward to spending some time with her. "No, there's no way out here either." Taking a step out of the living room, Riley decided to continue her conversation in the kitchen. She attempted to listen to what her friend was talking about, but her mind kept getting distracted. Mainly with thoughts on how she was going to get through being in such close proximity to Courson. She hadn't even been able to make eye contact with him when he came down the stairs. This was going to be a long day.
 
Courson didn't pay much attention to Riley's conversation. Instead busying himself walking around the house and seeing if snow had gotten in anywhere else. As he was walking around, inspecting closets for their contents, taking general inventory of food in the kitchen while still ignoring Riley, he could hear the wind outside picking up again and noticed the power lines outside bobbing in the wind. Of course they were supposed to do that but this was more than usual. If they became disconnected then the two step siblings would have a serious issue.

He was very pleased to find himself NOT thinking about Riley very much. It wasn't that he was over her, he was just distracted with checking the house. Then their parents called his cell phone complaining that Riley's had a busy tone. They asked about the storm, having check the weather out of curiosity after they landed. He told them that everything was fine and that they were just a little snowed in. No need to blow things up and make them worry on their special trip. At some point in time Courson and Riley found themselves on opposite floors when, without warning, all the lights went out and the TV went dark. Courson looked up from the box he had been going through in one of the closets and returned to the living room to look out the largest window. None of the power lines he could see were damaged but all the other houses were dark as well meaning that a major line must have been disconnected and the entire neighborhood was without power. Fortunately nearly every house had a fireplace so nobody was going to freeze to death before the power company soldiered through the snow to fix the line.
 
Riley had spent the best part of an hour on the phone to Danielle. She hadn't seen hide nor hair of Courson pretty much all day long. He was too busy searching the house and inspecting things. She just hoped that he wouldn't do anything stupid, like try and take a look at the breaker box or something. Although it might have seemed that Riley wasn't concerned about the house or themselves during this storm. That was not true. It was simply that Courson seemed to have the situation covered. What could she possibly achieve by helping him? Get in his way? Slow the entire process down by becoming distracted? Cause another awkward and tense situation between them? No, it was just best if she left him to it. So she had returned to her room and decided to get some college work done.

Riley had been given a little holiday essay to work on and couldn't think of a better time to get it done. It would keep her mind off of Courson and also gave her something to do whilst trapped here. As it began to get dark, Riley was seconds away from pressing the save button on her essay. When suddenly, the electricity went! For a second she just sat there in shock, her eyes wide and her mouth agape. "No, no, no, no, no!" A whole afternoon of work, completely lost! What the hell had happened? Then she remembered, her step-brother had been doing odd jobs around the house. God! She knew he'd end up messing around with the fucking breaker! "Courson!" She yelled, Riley was absolutely furious. Jumping off of her computer seat, she flung open her bedroom door and went racing down the stairs. "What the hell did you do?!" She demanded.
 
"I didn't do anything!" He snapped back, not liking her tone. She hadn't done anything all day but talk on the phone and stay in her room while he was trying to make sure they were all squared away. Suddenly the power goes out and it automatically becomes his fault? Where did this bitch get off?
 
"Right, so some magical fairies came in and turned the power off?!" Riley continued to argue with him. It had never occurred to her to look out of the window and check the other houses. In her mind it was simple, Courson had been messing around, so therefore this had to be something to do with him. It was very likely that the tension gathered over the last few days was clouding her judgement. Her mind grasping at straws to blame anything on the male, so that she'd be too busy hating him instead of the alternative.
 
"No but apparently they came in and turned you into a bitch. Oh wait, you already were one, didn't need magic for that shit did we?" He snapped back. Riley was becoming increasingly annoying on what was already a hard day. She was always pushing his buttons and deliberately pissing him off! Why couldn't the truck have just started! Then Courson could be trapped with his friends at least or maybe a cute girl or two! Maybe his fantasy last night hadn't helped him at all. Maybe it had just built up more desire in him that was being turned into frustration because of how unobtainable Riley was.
 
"Oh that's rich coming from an asshole like you! You've done nothing but treat me like shit since day one!" Riley never asked her mother to marry Courson's father. She never asked to be taken away from her friends and moved here. She never asked for a pain in the ass step-brother that spent most of his time aggravating her! None of this was what she wanted, but apparently she was the devil incarnate just for daring to step foot into his home. Whenever she was around him things just became so heated and out of control. She couldn't explain why, it was almost like they couldn't stop themselves from going at each other's throats. It was intense, fiery and if they weren't step-siblings, most people might say that the anger was actually masking something else.
 
"Oh I'M the asshole, huh? Really? How about we explore how much of an asshole I can really be!?" Courson raised his voice and began advancing towards Riley aggressively. He had had it with her attitude, her mouth, her everything! This was the last straw and it was perfectly timed, nobody else was here. There would be no hiding, no running, no one to shield her from the lesson she was about to learn, the lesson they were both about to learn though neither of them actually knew it. "You just keep bitching and moaning about the tiniest little things! It's always about you! It's always someone else's fault! You just walk around like you own the place and in the damnedest clothes, or lack thereof too!" That last part wasn't premeditated and sort of slipped out, it didn't matter, he was on a roll! Courson had backed her towards the far wall of the foyer now, towering over her, his adrenaline causing his body to flex so that once again the tight sweater he wore did little to actually contain him. His shoulders seemed to broaden and his arms flexed as grabbed a hold of Riley's arm and turned her facing the wall, not forcing her against it with enough force to hurt her but enough to pin her there and keep her from moving.

Courson leaned in towards her ear, his body pressed against hers, her scent filling his nose. "I'm going to teach you some manners." He snarled into her ea and then pivoted away from her as he pulled his free arm back and swatted her ass. It felt so good to finally touch that magnificent ass! His mouth filled with saliva as he reached back and gave her another spank, his eyes transfixed as her cheeks jiggled on impact!
 
"Back the fuck off!" Riley had yelled at him when he began to walk towards her. Had he completely lost it?! Soon he began ranting like a madman and eventually let slip that he was sick of her walking around in next to nothing in his opinion. He was beginning to scare her a little as he backed her into the wall. She instinctively began to shove him in the chest, but he stood firm and only seemed to become more enraged. His shirt began to constrict as he loomed over her, but she barely saw in great detail, as he quickly turned her around and pushed the female further into the wall. Her arm was now pinned behind her back. "Let go of me!" She demanded.

Then he leaned in, his body heat washing over her as his firm chest pressed into her back. He whispered into her ear and it sent a shiver down her spine. His husky breaths upon her lobes causing a sensation within her that she tried to repress. Then without warning, he struck her across the backside, not once but twice. "Ah!" Riley let out a soft cry, she had never been spanked before. "Are you crazy?!" She began struggling against the arm that was holding her up at the wall. Attempting to free herself so that she could turn around and smack him right across the face! At this moment the young woman felt as if she was suffering from bi-polar disorder. As a mix of conflicting emotions ran through her all at once; fear, anger and arousal.
 
"Oh I'm sorry, am I being an asshole?" He asked sarcastically as he spanked her again. "Maybe if someone had done this when you were younger you wouldn't be such a brat!" He spanked her once more for emphasis. He was becoming aroused and took great pleasure in causing such discomfort for Riley and being able to touch her the way he was. Not considering any future consequences, Courson spanked her several more time, delighting in her cries. Then a devilish idea popped into his head and his next swipe came from lower, his hand stretched wide so that when his palm caught the underside of Riley's ass his fingers would press right into her crotch and would drag between her cheeks as the momentum carried them upwards. It felt soooo good as he did it but he'd but damn it all if Courson didn't feel some moisture between her legs as he did so. There was no way it was sweat, even with their exertions the house had already become too cool for them to become that hot from just this. He released Riley's arm and looked at her in confusion, still breathing heavily.
 
"Fuck you!" She practically screamed back, when he continued to taunt her. He didn't stop and only proceeded to whip her backside with his hand mercilessly. Every slap he gave was accompanied by a cry from the teenage girl. He seemed completely lost in his own world, just consumed with spanking her over and over. Although her cheeks were beginning to sting a little, you know what they say; 'it's a fine line between pain and pleasure.' Riley was finding this to be true, as she began to moisten in response to his slaps. Then Courson took one last swing, his fingers gliding in between her legs and prodding against her crotch as he slid upwards. This time instead of a cry, she let out a soft moan and that's when Courson stopped. He suddenly let go of her and she turned back around to face him. She could see that he appeared to be somewhat bewildered. His chest rose up and down powerfully as he was clearly out of breath from becoming worked up. Riley was a little shakey, her own breathing matching his. As she looked up at his face, she couldn't quite believe what he had done! Unable to think straight, she simply reacted on pure instinct. Her right hand came flying up and smacked him clear across the face. Then as he turned it back to face her, she took a step towards him. Reaching up, her fingers became entangled in his mass of curly hair. Gripping tightly, she pulled him into her and placed an aggressive kiss upon his lips, biting ever so slightly on his bottom one.
 
He winched slightly as her hand stung his face. He really did deserve it though. None of that changed his confusion as he turned back to her and then she grabbed his head and kissed him. Her lips were so soft and she tasted so sweet as he returned her kiss. The little nibble she gave to his bottom lip flipped the final switch and Courson was no longer thinking, simply acting. He grabbed hold of her and pushed her back against the wall while still holding her body tight against his as they attacked each other's mouths, tongues battling and bodies grinding against one another. All of a sudden it wasn't cool in here anymore, not at all. No words were exchanged, no questions asked as the two teens went at each other as if they were sneaking behind the bleachers at a school football game.
 
His lips were even better than she had thought. Not that her actions were a result of her doing much thinking though to be honest. They were rash and unplanned, a reaction to Riley simply yearning uncontrollably for something, him. There was no hesitation on his part. No asking her if she was sure about this. No questions or worries about how wrong it was. After her teeth had pressed against his bottom lip, he just took her. Swiftly, she found herself back against the wall, but this time there were no objections. Her lips never wavered, as her tongue made it's way into his mouth and caressed along side his own. Riley's kisses were ardent and strong, advancing upon his smooth and inviting lips with enthusiasm. Her nubile breasts pressed up against his chest and their hips collided as their bodies urged into one another. Slight moans escaped Riley's mouth, as her arms wrapped around Courson.
 
Courson's hands once again found Riley's ass cheeks and squeezed them as he raised her body to his, forcing her legs apart around his, lifting her up off the ground to better grind her crotch against his as his cock hardened and formed a tent in his pants pressing directly against the moist spot in hers. He released her lips and lowered his to her neck where her nipped at the soft skin as he raised and lowered her just enough so that their crotches were rubbing against each other. Riley was not his sister, not even his step-sister anymore. She was a beautiful woman who Courson intended to have his way with, societal standards be damned! He moans only spurred him on as he became more aggressive with their dry humping and he began to bite down on her shoulder with more force, not enough to break the skin but there would certainly be a few marks.
 
Riley's arms tightened around his shoulders, as he lifted her up into air. Her legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him into her as much as she possibly could. Courson turned his attention to her neck, his teeth grazing upon her skin carefully. As he began to rub his erection against her slit, Riley could feel her nipples hardening against her bra. Her legs clenched tightly as she ground her clit against his solid cock. Her entire body was now beginning to fill with complete euphoria. Her mind wasn't on anything else but this moment right here and him. She wanted his body so badly and his forcefulness only served to turn her on more. His sudden bite caused her sex to twitch. "Ah! God!" She was gripping onto him so tightly that her nails began to dig into his back.
 
Courson couldn't take it anymore, he had to have her! He braced her against the wall so that she wouldn't fall as he let go of her to pull his pants down from his waist, letting his hard cock spring out into the cool air. He then reached for her waistband and began tugging on her pants and panties both until her legs unwrapped so that he could get them off. Not satisfied with just that he literally ripped at her top, stretching it out trying to get the thick fabric off of her body so that he could feel her bare skin against his. He needed to see her naked, it pained him to have all of these barriers between them still. Regardless of Riley's intentions he would take her here and now and she could do nothing to stop him.
 
Riley's breathing was ragged as she watched him pull down his pants, his solid cock thrust forth, standing at attention. She unwrapped her legs from around his waist, so that he could give her the same treatment. Goosebumps flittering across her skin as her body became exposed to evening air. He then began to tear at her jumper like an animal, God how it turned her on! Her top began to stretch and she did hear some ripping sounds. However the material was too thick and it just wasn't ripping as fast as either of them wanted. So Riley lifted the top up and over head, exposing her supple breasts which were framed seductively in a tight bra. Now it was her turn, she began to fervently tug and pull at the buttons on his shirt, breaking several of them as she flung it open. She pulled it roughly past his shoulders, his strong biceps catching the material slightly as she did so. As it dropped to the floor, there he stood in his full glory. His muscular arms, his tight, defined torso, leading past down a perfect v-shape and landing upon his waiting penis. Riley dove in, her lips meeting his chest as she began to kiss along his skin. Her tongue tracing over toned line as her hand ventured down and finally took hold of what she wanted. She began to stroke his cock up and down, her soft hands gliding along his foreskin.
 
Riley's attentions only served to make Courson's cock impossibly hard. But her hand wasn't what he wanted and he wasn't going to let her take control of the situation. Flinging the rest of his shirt free of his arms he grabbed her by the shoulders, spun and flung the smaller girl almost five feet away onto the sofa they were fighting over just yesterday. Moving forward before she could change her position he pinned her wrists against the back of the sofa then brought them together above her head so that he could hold both with one large hand. Wrapping his free arm around the small of her back he lifted her up just slightly so that he could align his cock with her throbbing, wet pussy. He could feel the heat radiating off of it as he hovered before her tight tunnel. He hesitated for a moment and looked Riley in the eyes. Her lust was all the invitation he needed as he pushed his cock deep into her pussy. Not stopping until his entire length was inside of her. Courson groaned as her warm, wet lower lips wrapped around his cock, her inner walls constricting him and pulling him deeper inside.
 
Courson forcibly grabbed her by the shoulders and practically threw her back into the living room. She ended up lay upon the sofa, looking up as he approached. The male towered over her, his eyes full of wanting. His fingers wrapped around her wrists tightly and pulled her arms above her head, holding her down. Her entire body began to quiver as he pulled her closer into him, his cock now directly waiting at her entrance. Riley could feel her female juices dripping a little down her inner thigh. She was practically soaking wet with anticipation. However then Courson stopped, he looked to her and Riley gave an expression that practically begged him to plunge his meat inside of her body. He did so and Riley let out a cry of ecstasy as his thick cock pushed against her inner walls firmly. She could feel it pulsating inside and her walls started to tug at him, absorbing his cock as deep as it could go. It was amazing, the feeling of him inside of her. She wanted him to ravage her, to slam so hard in and out of her pussy that it would make her lose her mind.
 
Courson inhaled deeply and let the breath out slowly. A low growl started deep in his throat, there was no romance in this, no love, just pure unadulterated lust! He pulled out to the tip then slammed back into Riley's pussy with such force that her entire body bounced on his cock. He did this again and again each thrust coming sooner than the last until his hard cock was jack-hammering in and out of her so fast that her juices were splattering all over the cushions. Her tits, still trapped within the bra, bounced furiously with the assault on her lower regions. He could see Riley watching his cock piston in and out of her so he let go of her waist and reached forward to grab the hair at the base of her skull and pull back, forcing her chin up and her neck exposed. Courson leaned forward and continued his assault on her neck, this time on the opposite side while he continued to thrust into Riley with abandon. This was what he had wanted for the past few days, truthfully since Riley had first moved in Courson had just wanted to take her. To make her his personal little slut.
 
Jesus that growl! Riley had thought it to be impossible for her nipples to become any harder than they already were. When Courson made that noise though, they practically stabbed into her bra. The piece of lingerie now felt more like a prison, as her breasts swelled within them. Then he began to pull himself out of her, before suddenly pounding back inside so hard that the sofa moved slightly. "AAHHHH!" Every thrust that he gave was accompanied by her own sharp moans. The piece of furniture rocked as Courson didn't let up on his onslaught of pummeling. To some women his actions may have been considered painful. For Riley though, it was amazingly intoxicating. Her entire body slid harshly up and down against the couch cushions and she began to bite down on her lip, trying to contain her loudness. Her hips naturally responded to his rhythm, thrusting upwards at an angle to meet his cock head on. Riley's hands, which were still being held down by the male, flexed and grasped through every shot of ecstasy that came running up her spine. Courson's scent overwhelmed her as his face came down once more and began biting and kissing the other side of her neck. The sexual tension, which had been building pretty much since day one, was just exploding out of them. They were like a pair of animals, driven only by their base desires and wanting of the flesh.
 
Courson continued to thrust into her again and again. Her body felt so good, so willing, so his. He wanted to keep going but a different idea came forth and his thrusts began slowing down, sporadic almost. Eventually her stopped pulled all the way out, releasing her wrists and sliding his hands down to Riley's slim waist. It was almost gentle until he roughly flipped her around so that she was facing away from him. With a devilish grin Courson reached back and spanked her once again across her bare ass then took hold of her and slammed his cock deep inside of her from behind. Her firm buttocks cushioned the impact of his hips but his cock reached even deeper with this new angle. He began to fuck her faster as he gripped her flesh tightly. Admiring her heart shaped ass as he fucked her, letting his eyes glide along her smooth back. Settling on the obstruction of her bra. With one hand and minor difficulty Courson reached forward and unsnapped the undergarment then reached underneath Riley and took hold of a firm breast, pinching and tweaking the nipple.
 
As Courson began to slow down, Riley feared that he was close to his limit and was worried about cumming too soon. She found herself deeply hoping that this wasn't the case, she didn't want to stop. Although she knew that it was inevitable for them both to reach their limit at some point, her body still wanted it to last as long as possible. Her pussy ached as he slid out of her, but she still wanted more. Courson's hand left her wrists and glided down her body. It was almost like someone running a soft feather across her skin. The tenderness didn't last long, as he turned her harshly before giving her another spank, the flesh of her cheek going slightly red. Riley gripped onto the couch so hard that the material could have easily teared. Her nails digging in as he started to batter into her once more, his cock reaching places like never before. Riley had to bite down on a cushion, it was the only way to stop her from screaming and causing the neighbors to think that she was being murdered. She felt his hands pawing at her back and a great relief washed over her as her breasts were set free. Her erect nipples were so tender and sensitive to his touch, as he began to play with them. Riley couldn't take it any more and a stray hand ventured down to her clit, her fingertips massaging against it.
 
Courson noticed Riley's hand move to her clit. So the little slut wanted to cum huh? Ok she could cum. He released her tit and grabbed her hair into a rough ponytail and pulled back as he pounds into her with renewed fervor. His free hand swats across her ass again as it jiggles from his thrusts. His breathing was ragged now, as fit as he was they were going at it like animals and it was tiring. He pounded into her for another minute before taking hold of her waist with both hands and falling back so that she was now on top of him in a reverse cowgirl position. He lifted her body up and down on his cock to give her the idea. Honestly Courson needed a break from doing all the work!
 
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