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(Me& T_Virus) Step-Siblings

Alinthea kept his eyes closed as she bit his shoulder gently. He nibbled on his lip to stop any sort of moan escaping from his mouth. He kept his eyes closed, thinking it was just a dream. He didn't want it to be, he was over protective of his step sister and this way around her for a reason, he did like her. He couldn't help it. She was attractive, slender, smart, funny, beautiful, sexy. Everything that he say in her, turned him on.

He listened to her and smiled. "And I you." He said gently, as her hand started to explore, he shifted a little. "You know your drunk, you shouldn't be doing that." He didn't want to say it, but he thought it was for the best!
 
Desiree watched her step-brother as he shifted, disappointed that he moved away. She enjoyed touching him for some odd reason, and often felt more than she should have. ''Huh? Why?'' She questioned, her expression innocent. ''I wasn't doing anything though,'' she stated yet her hand came to a half next to his collar bone, her lips simply resting against his skin. Although she was drunk, the alcohol simply gave her an excuse to do what she had wanted to for a while.

However, she didn't want to risk their relationship and didn't try to do anything more, simply pressing her chest against his side.
 
Alinthea sighed and nodded. "Fine, alright." He said chuckling. He sat there and let her play around with his shoulders. In all fairness, it was really nice. He still had his eyes closed, forcing in the gentle moans that would normally escape his lips. He didn't move this time, his erection still pressing against her legs. Just for there, she would be able to feel how hard and warm he was. Although his pants were already wet, there was a small amount of pre-cum on the tip of his shaft, due to her just playing with his shoulders.

He really did hate how he could become a slave to anyone if they did that. He turned his head slightly and then opened his eyes, looking at her as her chest touched his. He smiled and sighed, bringing his hand up to her hair and gently playing with it. He didn't know why he was doing this, he just, wanted to.
 
Desiree yawned lazily, her hot breath grazing his shoulder this time. She rested her head against the sofa, having temporarily lost interest in his shoulder, her chin resting next to his collar bone. At that point, her lips were inches for his ones and when he turned his head it would have sufficed for one of them to tilt their head and they would touch.

Shivering slightly, she looked away, her gaze landing on her step-brother's erection yet that didn't help her cause. Looking back at Alinthea when his hand touched her hair, she arched an eyebrow, surprised by the sudden sign of affection. However, she simply smile, acquiring a rather feline air. One of her hands casually slid down to rest on her thigh, the one that was right next to his shaft, her motionless fingers lightly touching it.
 
Alinthea sighed and smiled as she kissed his collar bone. She was still in the area where she could do anything she wanted, he cursed the fact that he had this weakness was a little annoying, however, he didn't mind it that much.
He carried on running his fingers though her hair, gently feeling how soft her hair was. Sighing gently, he still had his eyes closed, questioning what he was actually doing. Why was he?

As her hand slid down his body, he let out a small sigh and looked like he enjoyed the feeling of her doing it. Allowing her to do so, he opened one eye and looked into hers. He didn't say anything, just a look of lust and want. As her finger gently touched his shaft, he breathed in and held his breath.
 
The girl watched him in silence, not quite sure what was going on. Her stepbrother didn't seem to mind her signs of affection, yet he didn't respond to them either, other than by playing with her hair. She could almost feel the tension in the air, none of them seemed to truly understand what was going on.

It was then that he opened one of his eyes, looking back at her. The hand next to his shaft carefully slid along the curve of his shaft, enjoying the sensation of his warmth. Her eyes never left his, Desiree almost afraid to breathe, afraid that the moment would be gone. Along with the daze caused by alcohol, there was an unmistakable lust in her gaze. Slowly, she tiled her head, leaning in, letting him decide whether he wanted to take things further or not, her lips less than a half an inch away from his ones.
 
As she touched his erection once more, this time caressing it, he let out a slight moan. He shouldn't be allowing this to happen, he couldn't help it. Why was he allowing this? She was drunk, he wasn't. She was his step-sister. They weren't blood related, but legally related. As she moved her face towards his, her lips blood rep. Looking so soft and kissable, he closed his eyes and then opened them quickly.

"Woh there you." He said laughing and trying to act casual. "Come on you. I think you need to go have a little nap so you aren't drunk for the whole day." He said getting up and picking her up gently. He brought her upstairs towards her room, being as smooth and as gentle as he could. After a few seconds, he reached her room; placing her on the soft bed, he pulled the covers back and put her inside the warm bed. He sat on the edge and smiled. "You most likely won't remember that." He said laughing and kissing her forehead. Getting up, he scratched his head. "Dam, forgot the glass of water for you." Alinthea turned his back and walked towards the door. "I will be back in a second. A glass of water will be good for when you wake up." He said walking out of the room and back downstairs into the kitchen, grabbing a glass and pouring water into the glass.
 
The girl blinked as he spoke, confused. He was about to kiss her, when suddenly something went wrong. She pulled her hand away, leaning her head back to watch him. ''No I don't,'' she murmured, her cheeks pink. However, she obeyed and wrapped her arms around her brother's neck, resting her head against his shoulder when he carried her. Although drunk she was partially aware of her actions. The desire, at the very least, was very real for her.

She arched her eyebrows, watching him. ''Alright,'' she mused, shifting about to sit herself comfortably. As he left, she pulled her top and shorts off of herself, letting them drop to the ground and crawled under the thin sheet, left in her panties and the loose socks. Curling up, the sheet letting a part of her breasts peer from underneath, she shut her eyes. Her mind was racing, although she didn't quite understand the gravity of the situation. She knew that she wanted him, and she didn't know why he didn't. She was convinced that he didn't want her, and their parents' marriage completely slipped out of her mind. Lost in thoughts, she ended up falling partially asleep while waiting for him.
 
Alinthea filled the glass then out it down. He put both hands on the surface and leaned over the sink. His mind was racing, situation, scenarios and reactions to what could have happened, running though his mind. He didn't know what to think, he couldn't think. Too much was flooding his mind. Everything was pushed, completely, out of his mind, his one and only was about her; his step-sister. The tap still running, he cupped his hands under the water and pulled it up to his face, letting the cold water soak against his blushing skin. He brought his hands down to support himself again, the water drops running down his face, then into the sink.

Sighing and breathing deep, he grabbed a towel and put it to his face. Brushing off the water from his face, he grabbed the glass and walked upstairs, thinking of what he wanted. He knew what he wanted, but he couldn't. There was no way it would be accepted, it was wrong. Shutting his eyes as he walked up the stairs, trying to push the thoughts out of his head, he sighed and opened them once he got to the top of the stairs. Turning and walking to her room, he brought his hands up to his hair and ran his fingers though his hair, pushing any of his hair out of his face. He shook his head a little and walked into the room. Seeing that she had fallen asleep, he put the water on the bed side table and stood looking at her.

Even in sleep, her beauty was unchallangable. She looked so peaceful and happy. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he smiled and looked down at her, her chest rising as she breathed in and out slowly. Looking on the floor, he saw she had taken most of her clothes off. Biting his lips, he looked back to see the outline of her breasts on the thin cover. He looked away and got up, looking down once more. His erection now standing taller than ever. He could reach out and have his way, but he knew that was worse than being sober and doing things to her. He brought his hands up to his face and shut his eyes, what should he do?
Letting his hands drop by his side and opening his eyes, he looked down on her.
He decided, if she remembered what happened, he would talk to her about it. If not, it never happened. He walked to the door and slowly closed it gently, looking back at her.

Alinthea walked into the bathroom and closed the door, sliding off his boxers and turning the shower on. He sighed and stepped in, and letting the water run down his body. He sighed and looked down. "You have caused me enough trouble for one day." He said gripping it and started to gently masturbate.
 
Desiree's sleep was undisturbed by Alinthea's appearance, or even by her dog's sudden arrival. The animal studied her, scenting the faint odor of alcohol. It licked her face but she merely groaned with a giggle before rolling over to return into a deep sleep. Her step-brother filled her dreams, preventing her from forgetting anything although it made it hard for her to understand whether it had all been a dream or reality. She softly murmured his name when the dog rested next to her, pressing its face against the girl's bare back.

Soon enough, her dreams faded away, leaving her mind completely blank. After hours of peaceful slumber, she yawned lazily, her eyelids parting open. She slowly sat up, studying the room. Her head didn't hurt, it was one of the advantages of getting drunk quickly - she didn't drink enough for her head to be ringing after. Fresh and fully awake, she stretched out, blinking at the sight of her bare body. She sighed, trying to remember what exactly happened earlier on that day. It didn't take long for the memories to come back, a blush making its way to her face.

She bit on her lower lip, trying to pretend that nothing happened. He surely wouldn't mention it, since he thought that she was too drunk to control herself. Nodding to that, she quickly stood up, pulling her clothes back on. ''Well, dear, looks like I screwed up,'' she whispered to her dog with an awkward smile before walking out of the room. She was rather hungry, yet it was raining outside so she figured that they would remain locked up in the house together unless he already ran away to somewhere.

''Ali?'' She called out, shivering slightly as she walked through the house. Hopefully he put on some clothes, she doubted that she would be able to talk to him if the images from earlier would keep popping into her head. Certainly, there wasn't much they did, yet she could still imagine his warmth in her hand and his lips inches away from hers. ''Frick,'' she mumbled under her breath, reaching the living room. She picked up the phone, plopping down onto the couch, waiting for him to appear.
 
After a little while, Alinthea's free hand shot up and grasped the top of the shower door, holding himself up as he legs started to weaken under the pleasure of his masturbation. Letting out a soft moan, he grit his teeth as he held his solid shaft in his right hand, moving quickly back and forth, as fast as he physically could. His foreskin rolling back and forth quickly over his deep red helmet. Alinthea held his breath as he felt himself speeding towards an orgasm. Letting out another moan, he threw his head back and shut his eyes closed in pure pleasure. His legs starting to shake, but holding their own, with some help from his left hand holding onto the top of the door. Finally letting out a loud moan, he orgasmed. His cum powerfully spurting out of his shaft, hitting the shower door and slowly falling down. His hand was still moving across his shaft, but it had started to slow down, his breathing fast and in a small sweat. His legs still weak but slowly starting to gain strength. After a few more seconds, his hand came to a slow stop, still holding his slowly softening shaft, he let out one last sigh and opened his eyes, letting his head drop and looking down. He brought his right hand up and sighed at the cum spread all over his hand and in front of him on the door. Growling a little, he moved his left hand from the top of the door and grabbed the shower head, detaching it. He sprayed it onto his hand, cleaning it of his manly fluid, then the door. Making sure it was as clean before.
Once it was clean to his satisfaction, he put the shower head back up and let it stand there. Letting the water resume falling on his strong body, he picked up the shampoo and rubbed it into his hair.

After a few minutes, he turned the shower off, standing there for a few seconds more, letting the excess water fall off his body. He never stepped out of the shower straight away, as the floor normally became so wet that he could have a near death experience. It always made him laugh to think that he would fall on his arse naked. Pulling the towel from the rail, he wrapped it around his body and dyed himself off. Wrapping the towel around his body, he moved out of the bathroom and into his room. He pulled on some Jack Wills jogging bottoms and a hoodie. He sighed and moved his hair back out of his eyes, falling backwards. He just left it there, as he didn't want to wake her with the hair dryer. Exiting his room, he sighed and looked at her door, he stood there for a few seconds, before putting his hands in his pants and sighing. Walking downstairs, he scratched his wet hair and sat on the sofa, thinking over what had happened. He wasn't sure what he should do. Thinking for a few minutes, he got up and went outside, into the mild sunshine.
He needed to think things over. If he was going to act on anything, he would need to have a long thing to see. Walking outside, he sat down on the grass, then lied down.
 
Desiree sighed, realizing that her step-brother was not around. She crossed her arms under her ample breasts, trying to figure out why. Perhaps he left with someone, or maybe her actions shocked him so much that he didn't want to see her for a while. She bit on her lower lip, hoping that it was not the latter, she didn't want to lose the only thing close to a brother she has ever had. Letting out a slow sigh, she kissed the top of her dog's head, petting its soft fur. ''God damnit, Caesar, where the hell were you when I was making a fool out of myself?'' She murmured, laughing as the dog let out a high bark, seemingly responding to her. ''Alright, alright, it was my fault,'' she admit and stood up, picking up the phone.

She quickly dialed the pizza delivery, ordering two small pizzas - one with the flavour she knew he liked and one with a flavour she enjoyed. She then dialed her boyfriend's phone, beginning a fairly long conversation with him. He told her that he missed her, that he couldn't think of anything else. She told him the same thing. A part of her wondered if he wasn't cheating on her, seeing how easy it had been for her to lie to him that way. Of course Alinthea didn't actually count as someone, since he was inaccessible in every way, and the entire thing was stupid, but still...

Suddenly the doorbell rang and she quickly exchanged the 'I love you' and 'I miss you' with her boyfriend, hanging up. The pizza delivery guy turned out to be young, flirting with her while she paid. ''Bye,'' she cut him short as he was about to ask her for her number. It wasn't, however, due to her being stuck up or anything along the lines. She simply noticed that Alinthea was resting on the ground. Inhaling deeply, she walked up to him, taking a seat beside.

''Hey,'' she nudged him, studying the boy. ''I'm so sorry,'' she murmured, otherwise at a loss of words.
 
Alinthea's eyes were closed, blocking out the rays of sun. Sighing gently and relaxing, he thought about that happened earlier. He still wasn't sure what to do. She was drunk, and drinking changes people a lot. His mind trailed off, thinking about things that he did when he was drunk. There were too many things to even list, but one of them wasn't coming onto his little step-sister. Scratching his head, he coughed slightly. Looking up as he heard the door bell, he turned and saw it was the pizza delivery guy. He always remembered that he liked his step sister, he always use to flirt with her, no matter what he said. Anger flared up inside him, but he didn't know why. Bringing his hand up to his face, he calmed down and sighed.

A few seconds later, he left a nudge and the sunlight cut out, being shadowed by someone. He looked up and saw his step-sister.
"Hey." He said as she sat down. He pushed himself up and hear her say sorry. He turned his head and laughed.
"Hey, don't worry about it. I mean..." He said scratching his head. "Well, I don't know what I mean." He said laughing and took one of the pizza boxes and opened it. He looked up and saw his meat feast. He laughed and looked at her as she sat down.
"You do know me don't you." He said laughing. "Thank you." He said smiling and nudging her back gently. Taking out a slice, he bit into it and sighed.
"What would you like to do tonight?"
 
The girl opened her own box, hungrily studying the Hawaian pizza. Picking up a slice, she silently ate it, watching the people that passed by and gave them odd looks for eating pizza on their lawn, in her case wearing a pajama. She outstretched her legs, laying back down. Other than the trouble swallowing the food, it was a far more comfortable position, especially considering that she still couldn't look him in the eyes. Or look at him at all, for that matter.

His laughing made her uncomfortable as well. It was as though he was condescending toward her - as though he found it amusing and childish of her. She dismissed the matter, remaining silent for a while. A part of her wanted to reply 'you' to the last question. ''I don't know, there isn't much to do,'' she shrugged, yawning. ''We could watch a movie or something, I guess,'' she stated plainly. She didn't try flirting with him simply because it seemed to her that he didn't want anything, which should have been perfectly fine yet hurt her anyways.
 
Watching her, she lied down, her top lifted a little as showed her soft and flat stomach. He turned and bit into the pizza, swallowing hard. He felt his crotch tingle a little. He looked down and almost growled.
Don't you dare. He said to himself. He wasn't about to get turned on by his sister again. Finishing the one slice, he put his hands together and lied down next to her. Listening to her, he put his hands behind his head and nodded.

"It is a little boring here isn't it." He said sighing. He toyed with the thought of going out to some clubs, he knew it was a bad idea. He didn't want to leave her on her own, because she was his sister and he was looking after her, but there was a different reason as well. He wanted to stay with her, because he did like her. He had been pushing the thought out of his head, he didn't want to accept it. He couldn't like his step-sister. He couldn't like her. Ruffling up his hair and turning his head a little, he looked at her.

"Well, how about a film then?" He said smiling warmly. His eyes scanned her body, starting at her chest and moving down to her legs. He shut his eyes quickly and stopped himself.
 
Desiree smiled, shrugging, her eyes remaining shut for the time being. She quickly finished the pizza slice and opened her eyes at the question, turning her head to discover her step-brother right next to her, his eyes shut. It seemed that the two of them had quite a hard time facing the events, although she couldn't figure out what exactly troubled him.

After all, he could have simply pinned her attitude on the alcohol in her system. She inwardly slapped herself after the thought - of course, now everytime he would look at her there would be that awkwardness of imagining her touching him, even attempting a kiss. ''Sure,'' she nodded, sitting up. ''I'm cold and people are staring,'' she murmured, nudging his side. ''Let's go inside,'' she offered, standing up.

She picked up her box with pizza and ran inside without waiting for him. She set the pizza on the table and got on all fours in front of the television, running through the DVD boxes she rented the night before.
 
Alinthea kept his eyes closed, listening to her. He just wanted to roll onto her and kiss her. Why did he stop her before? He was starting to regret it. He had wanted to, but he knew that it was wrong. It was still wrong, but he couldn't help but want her.
Opening his eyes as she got up, he nodded. Jumping up and taking his pizza box, he walked behind her, watching her body sway as she walked. He couldn't believe he was watching her, but he was; his eyes lustful and wanting.
Walking inside, he put the pizza box down and closed the door, locking it and moving the blinds in front of the door, making the room a little darker. He walked over to the couch and sat down on it, this was where it had happened before. His mine cast back to before, thinking about what he could have done, what he could have let her do.

"What film would you like to watch?" He said looking up at her and smiling.
 
Desiree found a box, the movie called 'the girl from Monaco'. She heard that it was a thriller, and her friends have recommended it to her. Meanwhile, she had absolutely no idea what it was about and judging by the amused and suggestive grin of the video store's worker it must have been good. What she did not know was that it was a rather sexual thriller, filled with tension and occasional sex.

She slid the DVD in and stood up, walking up to the couch in an almost awkward fashion. She studied it briefly and took a seat at the same spot she sat on before, glancing at her stepbrother with a shrug. ''I have no idea, but Erin said it was good,'' she stated, referring to her best friend.

Unsure of how to act, she shifted about, ending up pressed up against her brother's shoulder. She pressed play, watching the movie in the darkness. What started off as interesting quickly turned to a scene of sex on a lawyer's office desk. ''Fucking Erin,'' Desiree whispered under her breath, her cheeks instantly turning pink.

She didn't mind these movies, yet under the current situation she saw him and her instead of seeing the actual characters of the movie. ''Do you want me to put something else?'' She wondered in an almost husky whisper.
 
Alinthea nodded as she put the DVD into the player, walking over to the couch, he watched her body. He couldn't help it, her walk was so mesmerizing. As she sat down, he shifted a little. He had a feeling she was feeling she was feeling awkward. He didn't know how he could help that, but he would try. He shifted as well, getting into the position he wanted.
He looked at her and nodded. "Well, I wonder if it is any good." He said resting his right arm on the top of the couch, behind her. He hadn't put his arm around her, but he wanted too.

As the first scene started, he chuckled a little. "Well, what is your friend like to be into this?" He said chuckling and watching it. He had watched worse before, so he didn't mind. "Naa, leave it on. Lets see if it is any decent." He said smiling and shifting slightly. He spread his legs a little, getting into the position he wanted. His leg touched hers and he looked at it. He smiled, but he wasn't sure if she would have seen.
 
Desiree shifted about, her upper body resting against his ones as it would have if his arms was around her. She needed something to convince her that there was nothing bad about mere affection, so she gave it to him. Of course whether it was working or not was another issue; in spite of the innocence of her current actions the flashbacks, the television and her racing heart prevented her from forgetting the odd feelings she had toward him.

''She's...fairly normal,'' she shrugged. It was odd, almost like watching porn with her brother. In a way, it was oddly arousing. ''Alright,'' she nodded, her gaze trailing down to their legs before moving up to his face to notice the smile. She meekly smiled back, quickly turning back to the television, leaning further back against his shoulder. The movie didn't change much, most of it being murder, sex and drama. Mainly sex.
 
Alinthea smiled more as she grinned at him. Looking back at the screen, there was a sex scene every 5 to 10 minutes. As she pushed against his shoulder, he lifted his arm and put it around her. Holding her close to him. He didn't know why he did it, his body just wanted to do it, but he wanted to do it anyway. His hand resting on her shoulder, he continued to watch the film. Some of the scenes were rather arousing. While watching, he often replaced the female with his step-sister and when he did, it was a lot more arousing. He turned to look at her, looking long fully, deep into her eyes.
"Well, this is interesting." He said laughing a little, but not looking away from her eyes.
 
Desiree watched the screen, her blush increasing by the moment although toward the time when half of the movie has passed she grew rather used to the incredible amount of sex, inappropriate for a big screen film. She sighed softly, trying to clear her mind of absolutely everything. Although she was coming to terms with her desire toward her step-brother, she realized that it was something taboo that the society and mainly their family would punish harshly if it ever resurfaced. That, however, didn't worry her much. Her biggest problem was him - he didn't let her kiss him then, when she was drunk and there was a fifty percent chance she would forget it. What would change now?

Hearing his voice all of a sudden, she raised her head to look at him only to find his gaze digging into his one. ''Y-yes it is,'' she stuttered, taken aback. She could feel his warm breath on her lip and a light movement of the head would have sealed them in a kiss. No matter how hard it was, she kept staring back at him, longing visible in her large eyes.
 
Alinthea couldn't look away. Her eyes were so beautiful. The light of the TV bounced off them and made them glisten, almost like they were too perfect. He bit his lip and let out a small breath, he could feel his body starting to push himself forward, he tried to stop it, but knew that it would be to no good effect. He had wanted to kiss her since she moved in, but he knew it was wrong. He had put up this barrier at times so that he wouldn't be obvious that he liked her. This morning, the barrier wasn't up. He closed his eyes and moved forward, feeling the warmth of her body near his, her breath on his lips. Only a inch more and their lips would meet, he didn't dare open his eyes. This would be it, it would either go well or so bad that he would have to move out.

At this current moment in time, he didn't care. He needed to kiss her. He couldn't wait any longer. He moved that last inch and pressed his warm lips up against hers. His eyes tightly shut.
 
Desiree watched him, every sound fading away aside the one of her thumping heart. With every second it became more and more obvious what was about to happen. She, too, had been rather taken with her step sibling since they met, only she had a boyfriend - still had one, and the fact that they were meant to be brother and sister prevented her from acting out on her impulses. It was amazing how a little alcohol and morning wood could change everything. When he closed her eyes, she did the same with hers, concentrating on the intense suspense regarding what was about to come.

When he finally moved that last inch and their lips met at last, she had a hard time not letting out a moan. The tension that she had been building up through the entire day was finally released. She slowly and deeply kissed him back, her hand sliding up his neck to rest right under his jawline, her thumb caressing his cheek.
 
When he felt her not reject the kiss, his eyes softened and weren't tightly shut. His body relaxed a little and once he felt her hand touch his neck, he let out a breath of relief and pleasure. Her hand was so gentle and warm. He brought up his hand to her neck and his thumb gently corseted her cheek too. Hearing the moaning of the actors in the background didn't make any difference to him. He was concentrating on her, and only her. He felt his arousal explode as her thumb worked his cheek gently. Even the slightest of touch made him want more from her.

Kissing her deeply, he slowly slid his tongue into her mouth, playing with hers. He had waited so long for this, he couldn't stop himself, even if he wanted too, but he didn't want to stop. His hand slid down to her thigh and rested there, gently running his fingers over the material of her top, just over her stomach.
 
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