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Brice had his shirt off, and his hand on Mary's breasts as the door opened, he didn't expect that at all, he was sure that Mary had made sure no surprises would drop on them, however there was his sister in an amazingly short dress with John.

He responded inmediatly moving away as Mary pushed him, however he wasn't sure on how to react to the current situation, he was angry at John... not because he had done something wrong, maybe deep inside he was jealous of him, he tried to remain calm, it was bad enough that his sister had walked in on him, he shouldn't make matters worse by trying to scare off her date.

He reached for his shirt and put it on again, more so that he could focus on something else than his sister's body, and so that maybe he could think of something to say.
 
Shit...was the only word that came to Christine's mind. She wasn't sure what to do. She wasn't sure if she should say something like 'lets leave them alone and go back to your place John...' right in front of her brother or kick John out...or bitch at Mary for not having some sort of sign that she was busy.

"Hey babe, why don't we get a raincheck on this? huh?" John said

"I..." DAMN IT! She was horny as hell and her date was leaving. She wanted to kick and scream and kick and scream some more. "Okay..." she said in resignation. As soon as John left the room, she glared at Mary and Brice. "Next time, hang a bra on the door when you decide you wanna fuck my brother.." she growled storming to her bedroom and slamming the door.

"Sorry..." Mary mumbled, she looked back at Brice unconcerned with Christine's feelings. "So you wanna go back to your place?"
 
He couldn't believe Mary, he was incredibly horny too, but he couldn't leave his sister like that, he knew they weren't the best of friends but still didn't expect her to be so cold at his sister being upset.

"I'm sorry too, I need to talk to my sister"

Mary looked at him with daggers in her eyes, he wasn't sure if it was out of him rejecting her or for Christine getting "chosen" over her.

He didn't pay attention to what she spat about finding someone else to fuck her while she , he just opened the door to Christine's room.

"Are you alright sis?"
 
Christine hadn't changed out of her extremely short black dress, she was on her bed laying on her stomach. Her dress had slightly risen as she thumbed through her calculus book growling in defeat. She did NOT want to be studying right now.

Yes, she had a math test some time next week but she had plans with a really hot guy and once again her brother ruined it and he probably hadn't even planned to ruin it. Or had he? Maybe he'd gone out on a date with Mary and staged the whole thing so just in case she came back with John, she wouldn't get laid!

It was then that he knocked on the door and slowly opened it.

"Are you alright sis?"


God, he had to be sweet and ask her if she was alright. "I'm fine..." she lied. What else was she supposed to say, 'no I'm pissed off because you and Mary were getting ready to have sex when it was supposed to be me and John on that couch having sex' ? no that wouldn't have gone over well.

"You can go back to your date, one of us oughta have fun.."
 
Luckily for Brice she was facing away from the door, both because she couldn't see him stare at what her dress exposed and well... becuase he could see what her dress exposed.

She said she was fine... but he knew that couldn't be the truth, while he wanted her away from guys, he still didn't want her to be unhappy, and it wasn't in his plans to ruin her date.

He moved to her, and took a seat besides her, without thinking his hand reached for her back and started to caress it softly, he told himself that he was just being supportive.

"You can go back to your date, one of us oughta have fun.."

"I'm sorry I screwed up your date, I really didn't mean to, I shouldn't have... you know"

His hand was still caressing her, but it was ok, it was brotherly right? no matter how much he enjoyed feeling her.

"For what it's worth that door slam you just heard was Mary leaving in a fit of rage, so I have no date to go back to either."
 
She jerked slightly at the feel of his hand lightly caressing down her back. If he knew how aroused she was from earlier that evening with John; he'd know that touching her right now would NOT be a good idea.

"I'm sorry I screwed up your date, I really didn't mean to, I shouldn't have... you know"

Christine shrugged her shoulders like it was no big deal even though it was. Suddenly, she heard the sound of the door slamming outside. Mary didn't seem to pleased but for some reason that odd sense of relief passed over her. Maybe it was because she knew her brother wouldn't be out with the college's biggest slut.

He hadn't stopped caressing her back either and she found she didn't want him to stop. She'd even stopped flipping through her calculus book. "No big.." she murmured.

"For what it's worth that door slam you just heard was Mary leaving in a fit of rage, so I have no date to go back to either."

"So, I guess we both screwed ourselves out of a date.." she said, playfully. She was trying to force herself to relax. After all, this was her brother. He probably wasn't even thinking about her sexually...and she wasn't thinking of him sexually either. Right? Besides, he was always good when it came to massages.

"Mmm, that feels so good Brice. I love your massages."
 
When Christine mentioned his massages, every thought of Mary, or of any other girl but Christine left his mind completely. Not that they were being very present while he was feeling the warm skin of her back through the access the dress provided.

He climbed behind her, and being careful of not touching her with his hard bulge, he begun to knead her back and shoulders, it had been a long time since he had done this for her, so for a long time his massages had only been foreplay before sex... he tried to tell himself that was the reason he remained hard, trying to ignore the fact that he was enjoying so much to touch her body.

He kept going and bit his lip hard, as he started to undo the back of her dress, not only for the massage, he also wanted to see more, but it was alright... after all if there was something wrong his sister would stop him, right?
 
Christine felt his massage continue without any words. All angry thoughts of what she could've been doing with John at the moment had suddenly began to slowly disappear as well. She'd actually forgotten how good it felt to have one of her brothers massages, to be honest.

However, alarm bells went off in her head when she heard the snap of her dress quite clearly. Christine knew she should have told him to stop, that she didn't need him to unsnap her dress. Those words should have been what escaped her mouth.

Instead, the only thoughts were 'he's your brother. Stop freaking out. What's he going to do, rape you?'

Besides, he was the oldest. Surely he wouldn't take advantage of her youth and naivete. "Please don't stop, Brice.." she whispered, not realizing how provocative her words sounded.
 
She didn't stop him, in fact she urged him on, and her words made his cock twitch. He moved down and his hands reached under her dress now caressing all the lenght of her back, specially her lower back.

Everytime he moved his hands his temptation to lower his hands to caress her ass grew more. He fighted them... it wasn't right, his subconcious didn't agree and while he didn't touch her rear, as his hands went up to the top of her back, they also moved to the side and he found himself rubbing the side of her breasts, even worse, he had been barely able to conceal a moan as he did that.

He bit his lip again, he should stop but he didn't, he returned his hands to her lower back. He kept thinking that if it was wrong she would stop him.
 
And she really should have told him to stop, especially when she felt his hands wandering down her lower back, brushing over the small of her back. It was the right thing to do wasn't it? For some reason, this felt so...taboo, so wrong. Her eyes stayed closed.

She shivered as his hands lightly brushed over the curves of her breasts. It should have ended there. It really should have. She hadn't stopped him though. That is, until she heard his slightly stiffled moan.

Was he turned on by this? The scene from earlier replayed in her mind. He had just ended a date on a slightly sour note. Hadn't he just been making out with Mary getting ready to have sex? God, how could she be so stupid?

"Brice, are you okay?" Immediately, Christine blushed. "I-I mean, i know you just had a date where you were about to um...." her blush deepened, as she quickly sat up and tried to grab the straps of her dress and held them by her hand instead of quickly resnapping it back into place. Her eyes roamed over her brother who was clearly in pain and had a clear hard on.

Christine looked away and blushed. "Um..." she was speechless, what was she supposed to say to that? She couldn't exactly help out with that sort of cause. "I'm so sorry. This is all my fault!" She rambled trying not to look at it. "I mean, if I hadn't stumbled in on you and Mary..." she said, making it clear that she thought or at least assumed his erection was caused by Mary and not for herself, which was logical.
 
Brice wasn't sure how to react, he had just been massaging the side of her breasts, and now she was acting freaked out, that wasn't weird, the weird was that she was putting the blame on herself.

"No... Christine it's ok, I wasn't thinking about Mary..." had he just admitted that she was the reason he was horny... not only to her but to himself?

"You shouldn't worry about it..." he was right, she was his sister she shouldn't be concerned about him being horny... then again he shouldn't be glad she didn't clasp the dress back on, or wishing that she would pull down from the straps.
 
She hadn't clasped her dress back together because this was her brother. She trusted her brother. She knew her brother wouldn't harm her. That was probably the reason why. She lowered her eye lashes and bit her lip.

"Um, okay. i mean, if you're sure. I mean... I'm sure you could find another girl who'd be happy to..."

Oh geez, she was not getting ready to talk about sex with her brother. She didn't even try to finish that last statement. instead, she laid back on the bed releasing the snaps, almost giving Brice a silent invitation to continue where he left off.
 
He was wondering how to really answer, having a hard time dealing with the fact that he wouldn't rather be with another girl right now, if to keep touching Christine was an option. He wasn't going to but then she laid back again.

"I'm more than happy to keep helping you relax" that is what he was doing after all, right?

His hands went back to work on her back now, but this time everytime he rubbed the top of it he caressed the side of her breasts, not only that he was seriously wondering how it would feel to just press his cock against her ass and grab her breasts hard from behind. Also as this lusty thoughts ran through his mind his hips were dangerously moving down.
 
Yes, relaxing thats all he was helping her do. Christine silently told herself. However, she pursed her lips when his hands ran down her back once more and then softly caressed the sides of her breasts again. Her breath hitched in her throat.

Deep down inside, she knew this was wrong, that she had no business laying here on her bed with such provocative clothes on and allowing her brother to massage her.

But, she ignored that part of her conscience telling her to kick him out of her bedroom.

"It does feel good..." she said, her voice was breathy and almost sounded seductive which she wasn't doing on purpose.
 
The hands that felt her breasts were getting bolder, he wasn't conciously doing it, it was just happening... he was guilty of not putting a stop to it, specially when he realize most of the massage was focused on her tits now.

Even worse perhaps was what he said next "Would you like me to rub your front?" his own eyes opened in shock at the question... it would be alright though she would say to keep working on her back or put a stop to it... there was no way this could go on.

Deep inside he harbored more evil thoughts, a dark voice was congratulating him on what he was doing, he was finally feeling up the hottest girl in school, and every other guy or even some girls would sell their soul to be in his place right now... even if it didn't go any further. He tried hard to kick this thoughts away but it nearly made a smile crept unto his face.
 
She had to keep herself from moaning as his hands began to focus more and more on her breasts. This was wrong, so very very wrong. Part of her wished she hadn't been aroused before he came in and part of her wished she harbored some sort of self control.

"Would you like me to rub your front?"

WHAT?! was the first question that entered her mind. That didn't seem like the sort of question a brother should ask a sister. No, no not at all but her body screamed yessss.

"NO!" she snapped, more so to herself than her brother. "I-I mean, no thanks I'm okay. I--I feel alot better now." she stammered. Her whole body hummed with desire and what scared her was that desire was not meant for any other guy on campus but was meant for her brother.
 
When she snapped, he was more glad than upset, she was putting a stop to this weird thing that had started earlier by the tree, but then she said she felt better, and she didn't move away, and neither did his hand.

"I'm glad I'm doing such a good job on your back" He said before thinking it through... still it was much more harmless than the question about her front.

He kept rubbing her back without going near her breasts for a while, then eventually he returned to it, he felt slightly guilty at that, he was clearly trying to make his sister horny... yet he couldn't stop.

His hands kept moving, and now he was playing around the edge of another limit, they were getting closer and closer to her ass, he knew very well that he was rock hard, however now he was starting to wonder if she was at least slightly wet.
 
Christine sighed in content once more as he continued his back rub despite her urging to stop. Truthfully, she didn't want him to stop. She wanted him to continue. She wanted him to go further..she wanted....

"I'm glad I'm doing such a good job on your back"

"Uh huh..." she murmured, softly, without thinking. His hands went further than they actually needed to and she was so ...so seduced by the feel of his hands she was starting to forget what was going on.. almost forgot WHO he was as his hands began to brush against the sides of her breasts...

The sides of her breasts tingled, her pussy tingled once more and she pursed her lips restraining the urge to moan. His other hand edged closer to her ass and she swallowed hard.

"Brice.." came her tiny voice. The sexual tension in the air could definately be felt. She didn't want him to stop though and that was the problem and she probably made the worse mistake of her life when she blurted out, "keep rubbing my b-back please..d-don't stop.."
 
She told him not to stop, she said her back, but that wasn't the important part, she didn't want him to stop, and he didn't want to stop either, he started to doubt he could even if he wanted to.

He forgot about her back for now, his hands were now staying on her breasts, not moving from away but rubbing them as expertly as he could, he cared deeply about Christine and now all he cared about was to give her pleasure, and he at least had the impression that her breasts were very sensitive to his touch.

Then he crossed another boundary, she did tell him to rub her back, and yet his hands were busy, he leaned forward, and jut as softly as she had before he said "Christine" and begun to softly kiss her back exploring it with his lips, nearly moaning at how sensual she felt.
 
He hadn't stopped rubbing her breasts and she wasn't sure she wanted him to. She opened her mouth to tell him to stop though to move his hands elsewhere but suddenly, she felt him place kisses on her back and again, she swallowed hard. Her lips parted, this was wrong but god, it felt so right.

And the way he said her name. It was so sweet, so...sensual.

Despite her conscience telling her that this was bordering along incest, now; her body began to respond to his kisses along her back. Her pussy began to pulse like mad! She inhaled deeply and sighed once more.
 
Her sigh was all he needed, he wouldn't have stopped, but that encouraged him further, so he kept kissing, and soon he added his tongue to the kisses and was licking her back softly and slowly, playing exploring.

It was wrong, it was awful... and for some reason it turned him on so much, he knew that the right thing was to stop, but he couldn't... and he also knew he wanted to do even more.

His hands stayed on her breasts, and it was because he was holding back, what he really wanted was to reach in and grab them fully in a tight squeeze, both that and to reach down and feel her pussy, however it wasn't the incest taboo that was stopping him, he just wanted Christine to want it too when he did it.
 
Christine was starting to think that Brice was trying to seduce her. She was starting to think this and starting not to care as his tongue lavished her back. A small tiny little whimper slipped past her lip and she bit it hard!

Though she was starting to allow her body more control than she should have, couldn't...no, shouldn't allow this to happen.

"Brice.." she whimpered. "T-this...this is wrong.." she finally managed to whisper. She had to take a looong deep breath, "W-we shouldn't...I mean, we're probably just excited from our dates earlier..." her eyes widened, why did she just admit that?!
 
She was right, it was wrong, but he wasn't ready to stop, he didn't move his hands away, and he stopped the kisses and licks just to move up and he talked by whispering in her ear.

"You are right when you say this is wrong, but I'm not excited because of my date, I've been excited since we were laying against the tree earlier today."

He had admitted it, now his sister would probably think he was a pervert... so he couldn't let go without trying everything.

Then he did what he had been carefully avoiding since the massage started he pressed his hard bulge against Christine's sexy ass, the sexiest ass in school and he was pressing against it, a soft moan escaped his lips.

"You were the one that made me this hard Christine"
 
Christine stiffened her body as he stopped kissing her but whispered in her ear.

"You are right when you say this is wrong, but I'm not excited because of my date, I've been excited since we were laying against the tree earlier today."


This was not good, not good at all because she had felt the exact same thing and thought she'd only imagined he'd felt that way. She shook her head, as if trying to deny he was saying these words. Tears slowly began falling down her cheeks.

"No..Brice don't say that.." she whispered.

Then gasped sharply as he pressed his bulging cock against her ass. The words, "Ohh god..." slipped past her lips accidently and she quickly covered her mouth.
 
Her words urged him on even more, and he moved his hands, finally cupping her breasts from behind, what he had been craving since the massage started. Feeling her nipples for the first time as he squeezed her breasts.

His mouth now wasn't whispering things in her ear, she asked him not to say such things, now it was kissing and slowly licking her neck, exploring it, the same soft and perfect skin on her back and just as sensual.

Then he pressed his hips harder against her, and begun to move them up and down slowly, he wasn't humping her, he wanted to feel more of her ass, and maybe more important, so she could feel the lenght and hardness of his cock.
 
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