Living The Dream

Jason, 26 years old, rammed his cock into the foxy redhead lying beneath him with wild abandonment. Faster and harder than he could ever remember, his eyes filled with passion locked on her face as he felt her wetness engulf him completely. She moaned and writhed, her nails digging into his back, urging him deeper, begging for more.

Her breasts bounced with each furious thrust, her pale freckled skin contrasting with the crimson of her hair. His hands clamped down on her hips, guiding their movements, setting the pace of their primal dance. The room filled with the scent of sex and sweat, a potent mix that only served to drive him further into the depths of his lust.

The loud ringing of the doorbell, a pounding on the door, woke him from his dream. It was 3 am What the fuck? he mumbled as he slid on his sweatpants, staggering in his sleep to answer the door. Opening it, he was about to give the person standing there a piece of his mind.

There she was, the same redhead from his dream. Only she wasn't a dream anymore; she was standing in his doorway, her eyes red with tears, a bruise starting to show on her cheek, the strap of her dress torn making her bra visible. His older sister Samantha, it was obvious she had been in a fight.

"What happened to you Sam, who did this" his voice concerning, pulling her inside and shutting the door behind them. The sound echoed through the house, jolting him back to reality. He looked her over, noticing the torn dress and the way she was holding her side like it was on fire.

Samantha looked up at him with those same pleading eyes from his fantasy, only now they were filled with fear and pain. "I told him," she whispered. "he hit me, Jason."

"It's okay, Sam," he murmured, trying to keep his anger in check as he led her to the couch. "Sit down. Tell me everything." Jason's blood boiled. "Who, did you tell, what did you tell?"

Her voice trembled as she spoke. "Brad, I told Brad, we were at this club, I wasn't drinking, he wanted to know why I was being such a downer, I told him I was pregnant, and couldn't drink, He... he didn't take it well; he hit me Jase, he started swearing, calling me a bitch, accusing me of sleeping around, and claiming he wasn't the father." Samantha broke down; her tears evidence of her pain. Through her sniffling and tears, she blubbered, "Brad is the only one I have ever been with, 9 years and he.."

Jason wrapped his arms around his sister, holding her, trying to absorb the pain.

"We'll deal with this," he assured her, his voice a mix of anger and concern. "You don't deserve to be treated like this. I will call the police," he stated matter-of-factly.

Samantha pulled back, shaking her head vehemently. "No, please, Jason. I just want to forget about it, to move on. He'll come to his senses, I know he will."

Jason's jaw clenched as he looked into her eyes. "You can't just let him get away with this, Sam," he said firmly. "You need to file a report and get a restraining order."

Samantha took a deep, shaky breath. "But I can't risk losing him. He's the father of my child," she murmured. Jason held her there on the couch until she cried herself to sleep, gently picking her up and carrying her to his bedroom. He gently lay her on the bed, softly covering her. Kissing her cheek, he whispered, "I love you, beautiful."

Jason only partially closed the door and made his way to the spare room, where he lay awake contemplating. He could never understand what she saw in Brad; he was a creep. Hopefully now she would see that.

The next morning, Jason was up early, his mind racing with thoughts of vengeance. He couldn't just let Brad get away with this. He had to make him pay. He showered, his thoughts swirling with anger and frustration. As he dressed, he made a plan.

When Samantha woke up, he made her a cup of coffee, bacon and eggs. Sitting with her at the kitchen table. He looked into her bloodshot eyes and said, "Sam, you can't go back to him. Ever. You're staying here with me until you're safe."

"But, Jason," she began to protest, her voice barely above a whisper. "I have to. He'll come around, I know he will. He just needs some time to process it all."

"Sam, he hit you. You're carrying his child, and he can't even handle the responsibility. He's not going to change overnight. You need to think about what's best for you and the baby."

Her eyes searched his, a mix of hope and desperation. "But I love him," she murmured. "I can't just leave him like this, he loves me I know he does, he will change."

Jason's frustration grew. "Sam, love should not hurt not like this. You owe him nothing." He broke off, his hand on her arm, trying to will sense into her. "But if you really think he can change, I will support you. But you have to promise me one thing."

"What?" she sniffed.

"You've got to promise me if he hurts you again, you're out. No explanation, no nothing, just leave. And I'll help you as much as you need."

Samantha nodded, letting her tears stream down her face. "Alright, Jason," she whispered. "I promise."

A couple of minutes of silence passed before she was able to speak again, this time in a louder voice. "I have to call Brad. I have to let him know, tell him how much I love him."

Jason nodded, "Okay, but I'm here with you." He handed her his phone, watching as she dialed Brad's number, her hand shaking slightly.

The call went to voicemail. Samantha's voice trembled as she left a message, "Brad, it's me, Samantha. I just want to tell you that I love you and... and... the baby, it's ours, please call me, we can work this out." She hung up, looking at Jason with a hopeful expression.

He could feel his anger not at Samantha, he could never be angry at her, he was angry at Brad, at the situation, but he kept it in check, focusing on his sister's well-being. Will you stay her for a couple of days Sam, you are more than welcome, the spare room is ready, just need to put fresh sheets on the bed? Jason asked with hope in his eyes.

"No, I can't," she whispered, shaking her head. "I have to go, Brad needs me."

Jason's heart sank, but he knew better than to argue with her in this state. She was still in love, still clinging to the hope that Brad would come around. He squeezed her hand tightly. "Sam, you don't have to do this. You can stay here, get some space, and then decide what you want whats best for you and the baby"

Samantha was steadfast, her eyes red but much less teary showed determination in them. "No, Jason," she said firmly. "I need to go home. I need to talk to him face to face, tell him how much I love him and that we're going to have a baby."

Jason sighed heavily, understanding that he couldn't force her to stay. He nodded. "Okay, I'll drive you home."

They walked out to his car in silence, the early morning light doing nothing to brighten the dark shadows under Samantha's eyes. She was a wreck, but she was his sister, and he would support her, even if he didn't agree with her decision.

"Are you sure you want this, sis?" he ventured to ask, as he unlocked the doors to his BMW. She slid into the passenger seat with a nod of her head.

The engine roared to life, and they pulled out onto the quiet streets of the upper class suburb. The silence between them had unspoken words.

"Sam, you know I'm here for you, right?" Jason spoke, his voice low, his eyes focused on the road ahead; it was obvious he was holding back his tears.

Samantha nodded again, staring out the window. He could see the blur of the passing houses reflecting in her eyes. "I know," she murmured. "It's just..." Her words trailed off, fully unable to understand the emotions ripping through her.

The leather seats seemed to stick to their skin as they sat there, both lost in thought. Jason's mind raced with questions and fears for his sister. Samantha, on the other hand, was fighting an internal battle with doubt and the weight of the situation she had gotten herself into. Brad was good; she just had to believe. How could she spend nine years with a guy who wasn't, who didn't love her?

He took his time driving, making a few wrong turns, claiming it had been a long time since he had been to Samantha's apartment. It was true it had been a long time since he had been to her apartment, but he knew the route exceptionally well. In reality, he was buying time, giving her one last chance to change her mind.

"You okay?" he asked, glancing at her.

Samantha's gaze remained fixed on the passing signs. "I don't know," she replied, her voice shaking. "It's just..." Her voice trailed off again, and Jason felt his stomach drop.

"You can tell me, Sam," he said gently, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. "What's going on?"

"It's just that I'm scared, Jase," she finally whispered, turning to look at him with wet eyes.

Jason nodded, his jaw tight. "I know, Sam. But you can't let fear rule you."

It was almost noon when they pulled into the apartment complex, his BMW looked out of place as he parked away from the other vehicles, it was obvious that several of them hadn't moved in years, flat tires, missing wheels, it looked more like a wrecking yard than a parking lot.

"You know you can always come to me, right?" Jason said, " I can help you get away from here." his voice filled with concern as he put the car into park.

Samantha took a shaky breath, nodding slightly. "Yeah, I know. But I have to do this, for us, for the baby."

Jason leaned over, placing a comforting hand on her thigh. "You're going to be okay." trying to convince himself more than his sister. His thumb gently caressed her skin through the fabric of her jeans, sending a small shiver down her spine. "I'll be right here, waiting until you call me."

But Samantha was already shaking her head, her eyes pleading. "No, Jason, please come with me. I can't do this alone."

Jason knew she was stronger than she thought, but in this moment, she needed him. "Okay, sis," he said, squeezing her leg gently. "Let's go."

They solemnly walked across the parking lot, the gravel crunching beneath their feet in a rhythm that echoed their anxiety. The stairs leading to Samantha and Brad's apartment loomed ahead, each step taking them closer.

As they climbed the stairs, the bass of a heavy rock song vibrated the walls, the music growing louder as they reached the second floor. The hallway was dimly lit, the sickly yellow bulbs casting eerie shadows that danced in time with the pulsing beats. The air was thick with the scent of cigarette smoke mingling with the sweet, pungent odour of marijuana. Jason's jaw tightened. This was the last place he wanted Samantha, let alone her unborn child.

When they reached the door, the music was deafening. Samantha paused, her hand hovering over the doorknob. The smell of weed was so strong it was filling their nostrils and coating their throats. She glanced at Jason, her eyes wide with apprehension. He nodded firmly.

With a deep breath, she turned the knob and pushed the door open, the hinges groaning in protest. The living room usually neat and tidy, looked like it had been ransacked by a tornado of cheap beer cans, pizza boxes. It was obvious that Brad had continued to party after she left him at the club.

Couch cushions were scattered across the floor, and a trail of clothes led into the bedroom, the music's volume making it difficult to think. Samantha's heart pounded in her chest as she turned the music off and began to clean up.

"What the fuck?" Brad's slurred voice bellowed from the bedroom as the door flung open to reveal his naked body.

Samantha's eyes widened, her cheeks burning with humiliation and anger. Behind Brad, stood Jasmine, one of the waitresses from the club that Samantha had been at last night. Jasmine equally nude wrapped her arms around Brad.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Bitch?" Brad stumbled out, his eyes glazed over, clearly still drunk and high from the night before.

Samantha's hand trembled as she held an empty beer can. She took a deep breath to steady herself. "I came to get my things. And to tell you I'm leaving."

Brad's face contorted in a drunken gaze. "You can't leave me!" He stumbled closer, as Jasmine smiled pulling him backward "You're carrying my kid!"

Jason stepped forward, his eyes flashing with rage. "Back off, Brad. She's had enough of your shit."

Brad's gaze swung to him, the fog of intoxication lifting slightly. "Oh, you're still here, the brother in shining armour. You think you can just come in and take her?"

Jason's jaw tightened. "It's not about taking her anywhere, Brad. It's about her making her own decisions and you respecting them. This," he gestured to the wreckage of the apartment, "is not a place for her and her baby."

Brad's eyes narrowed, his body tensing as he took a step toward them. "This is my place, and she's my girl. What the fuck do you know about it?"

Samantha found the strength in her voice, one that didn't tremble anymore. "It's not yours, Brad," she spat, her cheeks flaming with a mix of anger and embarrassment. Samantha winced but didn't back down. "I had an affair," she said, her voice surprisingly steady.

Brad's eyes widened in shock. "You cheating bitch?" he choked out, "How could you, slut?"

Jason stepped forward. "Come on, sis," he said firmly, placing a hand on Samantha's shoulder. "Let's get out of here."

Samantha nodded, her eyes holding back tears. The grip of Brad's hand loosened and she pulled away, allowing her brother to guide her towards the door.

"You fucking bitch," Brad roared as Jason slammed the door shut behind them. Jason quickly ushered Samantha out of the building, eager for fresh air. Once outside, Jason wrapped his arms around his sister as she wept uncontrollably.

Jason guided her to his car, the engine purred to life, tires squealed as they peeled out of the parking lot, leaving a cloud of dust.

Jason gripped the steering wheel tightly as he navigated the streets. He could feel her trembling beside him, holding back tears. It took Jason less than half the time to get home as it did to drive to the apartment. Samantha sat quietly in the passenger seat, gazing out the window; not a word was spoken between them.

Once they pulled into the driveway, Jason turned to her, his eyes full of concern. "Sam, you're not alone. You've got me," he assured her firmly. Her eyes met his, red and swollen from crying. She took a shaky breath and whispered, "But what am I going to do, Jase? I can't raise a baby by myself."

He reached over and gently took her hand. "We'll figure it out together," he said, trying to sound more confident than he felt. "I'm here for you, sis, whatever it takes."

The house was set back in a quiet neighbourhood, each home on a spacious couple of acres, the lawns carefully manicured. It was obvious that Jason had done quite well for himself being only 26, a contrast to the mess Samantha felt she had made of her life. 29 years old and soon to be a single mom. Jason led Samantha inside, the familiar scents of home providing a small comfort. He handed her a glass of water, and she sipped it gratefully. She sat on the couch staring blankly at the TV, the wall, the floor, and the ceiling.

"Do you have anything stronger?" she asked, her voice shaky.

Jason looked at her, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on his shoulders. He knew she was trying to escape the pain and fear that consumed her. He nodded. Yes, but you're pregnant, Sam. You can't drink, not even a little bit. It's not safe.

Samantha's eyes searched his, a silent plea for relief. Brad doesn't even care. He said... he said it wasn't his and called me all sorts of names." "I never had an affair Jase, I couldn't do that. Brads the only guy I have ever slept with."The words barely left her mouth before the dam broke, and she burst into tears.

Jason's jaw clenched as he thought about the situation. "You're right, Sam. It does hurt" his voice heavy with emotion. "But we need to be strong for the baby." He sat down beside her, wrapping her in a warm embrace, his heart aching for her pain. "You can't drink. But we can talk, we can cry, we will figure this out. I am here for you."

He gently pulled away and wiped her tears. "Come on, let's get some food. I will make a chicken salad for lunch." In the kitchen, the smell of fresh greens, grilled chicken, and a hint of balsamic vinegar filled the air. The chicken was tender, the tomatoes plump and juicy, the avocado slices a perfect shade of green. He had even sprinkled some crushed peppers for a kick, knowing it was her favourite.

After lunch, Samantha's eyes drooped, and she couldn't hide her exhaustion. "You should rest," he suggested, noticing the dark circles beneath her eyes. "Take my bed. The spare room still needs the bed made." He led her to his bedroom, the space neat and comforting with its soft, navy blue comforter and a faint scent of his cologne. She lay down, her body sinking into the pillows with a sigh of relief.

Jason turned off the light, whispering to himself, "I love you, Sam." He never intended for her to hear. Samantha smiled and replied, "I know, Jase, believe me, I know." He smiled as he closed the door.

In the hallway, he couldn't shake off the overwhelming turn of events. The realization of what Brad had done was mind-boggling. How could someone treat Sam like that? His heart pounded with anger and sadness as he walked to the spare room. He chose the brightest sheets and blankets he had to make the bed, hoping to brighten her mood. The room looked like a safe haven now, a place where she could rest and heal.

It was about 5 pm Jason sitting watching mindless TV not really paying attention, lost in his own thoughts, when he heard Samantha's soft footsteps approaching from behind. She had changed into one of his old t-shirts and it hung loosely around her frame. Her voice barely a whisper, I'm kinda hungry Jase, can we make some dinner.

He turned around and took in the sight of her, the shirt swamping her slightly, exposing her collarbone. The light from the hall cast shadows on her face, highlighting her red hair, high cheekbones, freckles and the sadness in her eyes.

"Of course," he responded, his voice tender. He took her hand and led her back to the kitchen. What would you like? I can whip up something quick and easy."

Samantha's eyes searched his, looking for a hint of judgment or frustration, but found only concern and care. "Could we make something... comforting?" She bit her lip, her voice still shaky. "Like, maybe spaghetti?"

Jason nodded, squeezing her hand. "Spaghetti it is. You sit down, I'll handle this." He kissed her forehead before letting go, trying to keep his own emotions in check.

He began chopping onions and garlic, filling the room with their pungent aroma. The sound of the knife against the cutting board echoed in the quiet kitchen. Samantha, pushing herself off the stool, announced, "I want to help," and taking a place beside him, they prepared the ingredients for the sauce.

The sauce was soon simmering; they waited for the water to boil for the pasta. Soon dinner was ready; they ate in quiet comfort.

After dinner, the two sat on the couch together. The TV playing some old sitcom, Samantha leaned into him, her body fitting against his in a way that comforting. His arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her closer as if trying to shield her from pain.

Her hand rested on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart. She looked up at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Thank you, Jase," she whispered. "You've always been there for me."

"I will always be, Sam, but it's getting late. I am tired; we should go to bed."

Sam nodded, "Yeah, it's been an emotional day." They stood, Jason wrapping his arm around Sam's waist, leading her to the bathroom. You first. Sam I am going to shower before bed. Jason stated

"Oh, a shower would be wonderful," Samantha exclaimed. "Do you mind if I have one first?

The bathroom was filled with steam and the scent of mint and eucalyptus from the shower, as Samantha emerged, her hair wet and face washed of makeup, looking more vulnerable than ever. She gave him a small smile as she padded back into the bedroom, the t-shirt clinging to her damp skin.

Jason watched as she as she walked to the spare bedroom, Samantha smiling at him as she closed the door. He sighed heavily, his thoughts racing. He couldn't believe what that piece of shit had done to her. He peeled off his shirt and tossed it aside, heading for the shower to wash the day's stress away.

The water was soothing, as he scrubbed his body, running his hand down his stomach, grasping his hardened cock he began to stroke it, gently, slowly. His thoughts drifted to Samantha, to the baby she was carrying, and the future that now looked so different. What the hell was he doing, he quickly stopped stroking, ashamed of himself.

After his shower, Jason slipped into a pair of boxers, feeling the weight of the day finally start to lift. He peeked into the spare room before heading to bed. Samantha was already asleep. He couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness for the pain she was going through. He closed the door gently and made his way to his own bedroom, his mind a whirlwind of emotions.

Despite his exhaustion, sleep was elusive. Thoughts of Brad's cruelty and the baby that now linked them forever swirled in his head. He had always cared for Samantha, no he loved Samantha and the thought of her in pain was unbearable.

It was Sunday morning. Jason, reluctantly giving up his battle with sleep, slid out of bed, made his way to the kitchen, and started the coffee pot. He sat down at the counter, cradling his favourite mug. Samantha startled him from his thoughts when she wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, whispering into his ear, "I love you, Jase."

Pouring herself a cup of coffee, Samantha sat opposite Jason, her eyes still swollen from the previous night's tears. They sat in a comfortable silence, sipping coffee as the sun rose, bathing the kitchen in its soft glow.

"I have to go back," Samantha stated finally, her voice barely a whisper.

Jason's hand froze mid-sip, the warmth of the coffee forgotten as he stared at her. "What do you mean?" he asked, his heart racing. "You can't, Sam."

Samantha's eyes met his. "I need my things, Jase, my clothes for work. All I have here is that dress I wore yesterday." She gestured to the garment hanging on the chair, a stark reminder of the events that had brought her here. I sure can't go to the hospital wearing that or these shirts of yours now, can I? I have no intention of talking to Brad or even seeing him again if I can help it."

Relief showed on Jason's face. "You had me scared there for a minute. What do you really need from the apartment? We can go and buy you all new clothing, unless there is something you really need. I will be a new start, a new Samantha. Besides, a lot of your clothes won't fit you soon.

Samantha thought hard, realizing there really wasn't much at the apartment that couldn't be replaced. All of her nicer clothes she had bought for Brad: her lace panties, sexy bras, the bikinis, her teddies, all for Brad.

"Just a few pictures, that's all," she said finally. "The ones of mom and dad. They're irreplaceable." Her voice was steady, but Jason heard the sadness in it. He knew how much she missed their parents. "But," she continued, "I can't afford to buy much."

"It doesn't matter, Sam; I can afford it. As long as you don't go nuts, let's set a limit of, say, $3000. That should be enough to replace most of your work clothes."

Samantha was shocked. "That's way too much; it's more than all my clothes cost combined. A couple hundred, three at the most will be lots."

They finished their coffee and set out for the mall.

The mall was bustling Samantha hadn't had the luxury of shopping for herself in so long, and now, with Jason's support, she could finally choose clothes that she liked instead of ones that Brad liked. The first stop was Scrubs, a store that specialized in hospital attire, gowns, shoes, scrubs, everything a nurse like Samantha could ever want. She had never shopped at this store before and was blown away by the huge selection of clothing for the nursing profession. She chose a couple of sets of scrubs, the colourful ones, a change from the mundane blue ones she had. Once she had chosen clothes for work, they wandered around the mall, looking at several women's wear shops, choosing a few outfits for Samantha to wear during her non-working time: jeans, casual shirts, boring bras, cotton panties, socks, and shoes. As they carried the clothing toward the exit, Jason stopped. looking at Victorias Secret, "Sam, you have to buy some nicer undergarments." Jason told her almost whispering.

"What?" she asked, surprised.

You don't have to show them to anyone; just wear them. It will make you feel better. Besides, you deserve something that makes you feel better," he said with a gentle smile. "Take my card; I will take this stuff to the car. See you back here in about half an hour, there are some things I need to pick up while we are here."

Samantha nodded, feeling a bit nervous but also excited to have something nice just for herself. She had never bought from Victoria's Secret before; Brad had always chosen her lingerie, usually impractical stuff. She felt like a slut wearing crotch-less panties, and latex bras. She took a deep breath walking into the store. She picked out several simple yet elegant sets of matching bra and panties in black and a couple of pairs of comfortable yet sexy thongs. As Samantha was paying for her purchase, she saw the teddies near the checkout. The saleslady smiled, saying, "That black one would look ravishing on you, especially with your beautiful red hair. Samantha blushed as the saleslady took it off the shelf to show Samantha. Samantha had never owned something so delicate, so revealing, that she knew would look sexy as hell on her. Looking at the floor, Samantha whispered, Yes, I will take it also."

As she left the store, the bag felt like a treasure in her hand. She found Jason just outside the store looking at his phone and felt a twinge of excitement knowing she had bought something that would be just for her. Perhaps we should eat before we head home, Jason said with a smile. Samantha agreed it was a very good idea, as she too was getting hungry.

They decided to eat at a restaurant on the way home, which was better food, and they wouldn't have to worry about their purchases getting forgotten or stole. They walked hand in hand to the car, Samantha carrying her Victoria's Secret bag, while Jason carried his bag, which he claimed was top-secret stuff.

After a delicious meal, the two of them held hands and strolled back to the car. The drive home was filled with talk of the coming week. Samantha couldn't wait to show up in the children's ward wearing her new Minnie Mouse scrubs, sure to be a hit with the little girls, while the Fortnite one was sure to make her a star among the boys.

As they pulled into the driveway, Samantha turned to Jason, saying, "Jase, I thought I was happy with Brad, but after today, I realize how controlling he was. I only thought I was happy. Today is the best I have felt for a long, long time. Thank you, Jase, I really do love you."

Jason almost started to tear up; he smiled. "I love you too, Sam," more than I should, he mumbled under his breath.

Once in the house, Samantha took her purchase to her room, admiring each one as she laid them out on the bed. Jason took his top-secret bag into his room, hiding it in a top-secret location as top secret as under the bed can be. Jason sat down on the couch watching a movie that had just started. A few minutes later, Samantha came and sat beside him. She was giddy, almost twitching. She whispered, "Guess what, Jase." Jason turned and smiled at her. What? he asked. "NO, you have to guess, or I won't tell you." Samantha whispered in a flirty voice.

"What do you want me to guess, Sam?" Jason, somewhat confused, asked.

Guess what I am wearing. Samantha replied, her cheeks getting rosy.

"Your wearing a bath robe, its red, I can see it Sam, I'm not blind" he replied snickering

"No Jace under the robe, guess" replied Samantha obviously frustrated but flirty.

If I guess, will you show me? Jason asked playfully, almost regretting it as soon as he said it.

Samantha was at a loss for words at his question, stuttering, "Well, I don't have to show it to feel good, do I?"

Jason knew she was wearing something from Victoria's Secret underneath her robe; just what, he had no idea. He wanted to know; his cock wanted to know, as it was raising its head, eager to get a peek.

Let me guess, he said, "Ummm, something tiny, black, lacy, something from Victoria's. How close am I?

"Your close but not close enough to see it, Jase." she teased as she sat beside him.

She sat for a few minutes before declaring "It's been a long day, and I have to work in the morning, early. Can you drive me, please, Jase?"

"Of course, what time do you have to be at the hospital?" Jason replied without a second thought.

"Early, like 7am," Samantha declared.

"See you in the morning. I will have breakfast ready for 6 then. Sleep well, Sam. Love you," came Jason's reply.

Samantha nodded, kissing him briefly before retreating to her room. Jason watched her over his shoulder, as she turned to enter her bedroom she turned to smile at Jason. A mischievous  grin on her face she said, "I was thinking Jase, you didn't guess right, but you were pretty close." allowing her robe to slide off her shoulder toward the floor, revealing the jet black teddie which accentuated her curves, held her breasts just right, complimented her pale skin, her freckles, her hair became more vibrant.

Jason could only stare as she picked up the robe, almost running into the bedroom

The house grew quiet as Jason remained seated on the couch, his thoughts of Samantha, his recurring dreams, and the love he had for her all swirling in his head. His dreams: the way she moaned his name as his cock rammed into her, her nails digging into his back, the smell of their bodies mingling in the heat of passion. It was a dream that never failed to stir his arousal. He took a deep breath, trying to shake off the images that had taken a firm hold of his mind.

He stood on shaky legs, his hard cock pointing the way to the bedroom. He fell on the bed, letting out a deep breath he never realized he was holding. Getting undressed, he pulled the covers over his naked body. His erection was hard to ignore, but he was determined; he would, he just couldn't, not with her so close. What would she say? What would she think?

The dream began again as sleep claimed him. He saw himself standing in a moonlit room, Samantha before him, naked and willing. She looked up at him with those big, brown eyes, full of lust and desire, and whispered, "Take me, Jason." His heart raced in his chest as he approached her, his cock bobbing with every step. She lay on the bed, her legs spread wide open, inviting him in. He didn't need another invitation. He climbed onto the bed and knelt between her thighs, his cock standing tall and ready. He took a moment to appreciate her beauty, the way her breasts heaved with anticipation, the way her pussy glistened with wetness. He leaned in and kissed her, a kiss that was equal parts passion, and lust. Her body melted under his touch as he explored her with his tongue, leaving a trail of sparks across her skin.

Their kisses grew more intense, their hands roaming each other's bodies. Jason's cock was nestled between her thighs, the warmth of her pussy beckoning. He reached down and grabbed it, stroking it slowly, feeling it pulse in his hand. Samantha moaned into his mouth, her hips rising to meet his touch. He felt his control slipping, the need to be inside her becoming unbearable. He positioned himself at her entrance and pushed in, feeling the tightness of her pussy enveloping him. She was so wet, so warm, so tight around his cock. He groaned with pleasure as he began to fuck her, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back as he claimed her, inch by inch. She was perfect, her pussy made for his cock. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure through him, every moan from her lips spurred him on. He could feel her walls tightening around him, her body begging for more. He picked up the pace, his strokes becoming faster, harder. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the quiet room, mingling with their ragged breaths and desperate whispers.

Her nails dug into his back, urging him deeper, her legs wrapped around his waist as if trying to keep him there forever. He felt her body tense, knew she was close. He reached down, his thumb circling her clit as he pounded into her. Samantha's eyes flew open, and she looked up at him, her pupils blown wide with desire. "Jason," she gasped, her voice hoarse and needy. "Fuck me, baby. Yes, right there."

And just like that, she shattered around him, her pussy clenching tightly around his cock as she came. The feeling was exquisite, and it pushed him over the edge. With a roar, screaming Samantha he slammed into her one last time, filling her with his hot cum.

Her orgasm seemed to last forever, her body convulsing under his, her pussy milking his cock for every drop he had to give. He held himself inside her, feeling her contractions around him, until he was certain he had given her everything he had. Only then did he pull out, collapsing beside her, both of them breathing heavily.

"Jason, Jason, wake up, are you okay?"

The voice was faint, but it grew louder, pulling him from the depths of his dream. His eyes snapped open to see Samantha hovering over him, her hand on his shoulder, concern etched into her features. He took a moment to realize that he had been groaning and thrashing in his sleep, his cock still rock-hard from the vivid images that had played out in his mind. The blanked soaked with sweat and semen. Embarrassment flooded him as he realized he might have been saying her name out loud.

"Yeah, I'm okay," he murmured, just a bad dream" he lied

Samantha's eyes searched his face, the concern slowly fading into curiosity. She could smell the cum and knew better; it was so much more than a bad dream. It was a wet one, filled with desire and need, a need for her, she was sure; she couldn't help but smile.

"You were moaning my name," she said, her voice a seductive purr.

Jake's cheeks flushed red, his heart racing. He looked away, trying to compose himself. Samantha chuckled and leaned in closer, her breath warm against his neck.

"It's okay," she whispered, "I'm here."

Jake took a deep breath and turned to face her, the sheets tangling around his waist. His eyes searched hers. "No, no," he finally managed to croak out, "it was Brad; he was trying to hurt you. I screamed at you trying to warn you; it was a bad dream."

Samantha stood smiling at Jason temptingly, saying, "If you want to have any more bad dreams, I will be right across the hall." blowing him a kiss as she turned and walked back to her room. Jason fell back on the bed, ashamed, embarrassed, scared, and worried. What was Samantha really thinking.

The morning came way too early for Jason. He groaned The dream had been so vivid, so intense, so real. With a heavy sigh, he threw the covers off and swung his legs over the side of the bed, his feet finding the cold floor.

Jason stumbled to the bathroom, the light flickering on to reveal his reflection in the mirror. He looked like hell. Dark circles under his eyes, his hair a wild mess, he couldn't help but touch himself, stroking his cock with a gentle hand as he remembered the feel of Samantha's body, her soft moans, her warm embrace.

He stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash the dream away. But as he soaped up, his thoughts drifted back to her, to the way she looked when he was buried deep inside her, her eyes wide with pleasure. His cock grew hard again, and he couldn't resist the urge to grip it firmly, pumping it as he replayed the vivid images from his dream. He groaned, feeling the pressure build until he exploded in a powerful climax, his body shaking with the intensity of his release.

He towelled off and dressed in silence, his mind racing. The dream was all he could think about as he prepared the morning coffee, cooking breakfast as he contemplated waking Samantha. Relief flowed through him as he heard the shower running. He didn't have to wake her, see her sleeping; it was hard enough for him to look at her while she was awake.

Several minutes later, Samantha walked into the kitchen, feeling and looking so much better than she had the previous day. She was happy, smiling, and ready to start the day. She walked up behind Jason as he was scrambling eggs, wrapped her arms around his waist, pulled him close, her breasts tight against his back, and whispered to him, "Guess what I am wearing today?" Jason held his breath as she continued, "I might show you if are right; you have all day."

Jason stood there, frozen holding his breath, as he regained his senses. Jason stuttered, I hope scrambled eggs, sausage, and toast are okay.

"Yes, Jason," she replied. "It's more than okay."

Samantha took a moment to appreciate the way the early morning light bathed the kitchen in a gentle glow, highlighting the sparkling clean counter-tops. She couldn't believe how different Jason's life was from hers. Her mornings were normally, a hasty affair of cereal or a banana grabbed on the way out the door, but today felt like a heaven The smell of sizzling sausages and toasting bread filled the air, mingling with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. She felt a warmth spread through her body and pussy. This was a welcome change, to her usual rush rush and get nothing done life.

"You really know how to make a girl feel special," she said, her eyes shining with excitement. You must do this quite often to have it all figured out like this.

"No," Jason replied, "you're the only person besides me that has ever woken up in this house."

Samantha felt a thrill run down her spine at the thought. She looked at him with wide eyes. "Really?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

Jason nodded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Really," he confirmed. "You're the first to wake up here besides me that is."

As they sat together at the kitchen table, Samantha took a sip of her coffee, the steam curling around her face as she pondered his words. They had shared a childhood under the same roof, their lives intertwined until she graduated and moved out. They were friends. Samantha went to college and moved in with Brad, became a nurse, life got hectic, and then life went bad. Jason had the same upbringing, graduated high school, and went to college something about computers; she didn't know what he did for work or even if he worked. Did he have a girlfriend? He never mentioned one. Thinking back, he never had any girlfriends in school either. she wasn't sure about college. Was he gay? Definitely not, she decided, couldn't be gay, not the way he looked at her.

Jason's hand landing on her shoulder was a firm grip, a gentle squeeze that snapped her out of her pondering. "Come on, sis," he said with a playful grin, "time to get your ass to work." It was a simple statement, but it sent a jolt of reality through her. Shaking her head, she stood from the table, saying in a sad voice, "Guess it's that time. I wish I could stay here all day."

The drive to the hospital was filled with idle chat, mostly one-sided, as Jason did most of the talking. She nodded along, tossing in a few words here and there, but her mind was elsewhere, floating in a sea of worries and confusion.

Once they arrived at the hospital, Jason walked her to the entrance, giving her a hug and a kiss on the forehead. "You got this, Sam. I'll see you around 5pm," he said, his smile trying to hide the concern in his eyes. He watched her walk away. She turned just before disappearing into the bustling entrance, yelling to him, "I love you, Jase, see you around five." then blowing him a kiss. He walked back to his car smiling, thinking wicked thoughts.

He drove directly to the apartment to collect Sam's belongings, checking his pocket once again for the list. The piece of paper neatly folded in his hand reminded him of the hectic last few days. The drive was short, and he used the time to mentally prepare himself for the task at hand. As he pulled into the apartment complex, the weight of the situation hit him again. He took a deep breath and stepped out of the car. Walking towards the door, he noticed Brad's truck was not in its usual spot; a sigh of relief fell from his lips. Jason opened the door using the key Samantha had given him; quickly checking the place, it was obvious that Brad was not there. Taking a deep breath, he collected each item from the list. Mostly pictures of their parents, some of family and friends, and a few mementos of happier times. There were few clothes on the list. As he searched the dresser drawers, he found a pair of black lace panties. He knew she would look ravishing wearing these. He picked up the panties with shaking hands, raised them to his face, took a deep breath, and was disappointed he could smell only lilacs, soapy lilacs. His cock wasn't disappointed, though, as it decided to raise is head once again. Finding the matching bra, he stuffed it in the bag of clothing.

With everything packed, he sent a quick text to Sam: "Mission accomplished. No one's home. found everything on the list." He knew she'd be relieved. As he drove away, he glanced at the bag of Sam's belongings in the back seat. The black lace peeked out from the pile, taunting him.

Driving home, he pulled over as he heard a message alert. From Samantha it red "Just on break. Thank God I was so worried. BTW, everyone loves the new scrubs, especially the children. Heidi saw us at the entrance; now everyone wants to know who the new guy is. I never told them; keep them in suspense. It seems nobody liked Brad; they just pretended to for my sake. Love you, Jase. Thanks so much."

As Jason read the text, he couldn't help but smile, knowing that Samantha was doing much better. Sitting parked on the side of the road, the black lace panties taking up most of his thoughts, his heart beating faster, his cock refusing to soften, he quickly typed to Samantha, "I almost forgot, but black lace panties, with matching bra, from Victoria's Secret," pressing send before he chickened out.

His drive home was uneventful; setting his alarm for 4:15 to be on time to pick up Samantha, after work, he closed the door to his home office, logged on to his computer, and began working away.

The hours melted away, the glow from the screen illuminating the room. His eyes darted across the digital landscape of spreadsheets and emails, his mind racing with the day's issues. He had this office built and soundproofed so not a sound could disturb him while he was working.

With a jolting beep, the alarm on his phone jolted him out of his concentration. The digital clock on the corner of his computer screen glared back at him: 4:15 PM. Crap. The day went by fast. But he did accomplish more than he expected.

He shot up from his chair, stretching out the kinks. He glanced at the clock on the wall, confirming the time. "Fuck, I can't be late," he muttered to himself. "What if Brad showed up?" He knew he should have lots of time, but the traffic--you just can't be sure. Jason drove to the hospital; he knew all the routes. If this road was backed up, he watched for the signs before it was too late to change routes. One might call him a stalker if you didn't know he was looking out for his sister. He arrived at the hospital with plenty of time to spare, it was 4:55 as he exited his car, making his way to the entrance. His phone beeped, letting him know he had received a text message. Pulling the phone from his pocket, it was from Samantha. "Lucky or what? Only one guess: BANG ON." Jason began to blush as he pictured his sister in black lace panties and a matching bra, just like in his dreams. He put his phone in his pocket, trying to hide his rapidly expanding cock. Good thing he was wearing loose-fitting slacks. Samantha would never notice, or would she?

Jason was sitting on a bench watching the entrance when Samantha exited the hospital. Jason stood and walked slowly towards her, picturing the black panties and bra under her clothing. There was no way his cock was going down anytime soon. Painfully aware of the situation down below, Jason gave Samantha a hug, trying to keep his distance. She pulled him in close, giving him a kiss on the lips. He tried but couldn't pull away; he had dreamt of this so many times. The kiss soon turned erotic; their tongues danced, fought, then succumbed to each others, right there in public. What if someone saw, someone who knew who he was?

The clearing of someone's throat brought them out of the kiss, back to their senses, looking toward the noise, Heidi a short, very sassy looking blond, was standing there. "Wow," Heidi exclaimed, "Can I have him, Sam?" she said as she stuck out her hand to shake Jason's. "I'm Heidi. I guess you're Sam's I know she doesn't share, so I wont ask for one of those kisses." Taking her hand, he stuttered, "I'm Jason," his face very red. "If you ever decide to share, call me," Heidi whispered to Samantha as she hugged her. "Have fun tonight, Jason. See you tomorrow, Sam, love you," she shouted over her shoulder as she walked away.

1. They walked hand in hand to the car, Jason"s erection not going anywhere. Samantha had to lean over to get in, giving him a perfect view of her black lacy bra. "Nice," he thought to himself, trying not to get too excited. He started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. Neither spoke, both lost in their own world, scared to mention the kiss, scared to talk to the other, for fear of what might be said. Samantha, glancing down, was positive he was hard. How big was he? What did he taste like? Samantha was getting wet she had to stop thinking about that kiss, about Jason.

Jason only thought about Samantha, oh, and those black panties and the black bra. Was she noisy? Was she a moaner like in his dreams? Was she wet? Was she as excited as he was?

Pulling in the drive, Samantha all but leapt out of the car, claiming she had to go potty really, really bad.

Hearing the shower running as he entered the house, Jason could only smile to himself, knowing full well what Samantha was up to. She was doing the exact same thing Jason would be doing if he wasn't driving and could get out of the car faster.

Jason waited in the living room, his heart racing. He knew it was going to be a long night if he didn't do something about his current condition. He tried to think of baseball, his grandma, and the last time he stubbed his toe, but it was no use. His mind kept returning to sexual thoughts of Samantha, his dreams, her black panties, and Samantha, his beautiful older sister.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Samantha had locked the door behind her. She leaned against the sink, her hand shaking as it slid down her belly. She was already wet, her pussy aching from the passionate kiss they had shared. She hadn't felt this way in ages. She took a deep breath, trying to calm down, but her hand had a mind of its own. She slid her fingers into her panties, feeling the wetness that had started to form. Jason would hear she had to start the shower, to hide her noises. Oh, no, Jason will know, she thought. She had to have a real shower; she couldn't get her clothes off fast enough. Climbing in the shower, the hot water hit her body, the spray misting over the glass door. She turned her face to the side, biting her lower lip to keep from crying out as her fingers found her clit. She circled it, feeling it swell under her touch, her other hand gripping the handle of the shower as if it could keep her standing. She slid one finger into her pussy, feeling the tightness that had been building since she saw him waiting for her. She moaned quietly, trying to keep the sound to herself, but it was getting harder. She picked up the pace, her hips moving in time with her hand.

Her thoughts were only of Jason, his cock straining against his pants as he walked her to the car, his eyes on her chest. She knew he wanted her, she could see it in the way he looked at her. She pictured him naked, his cock in her hand, her mouth on it. She slid another finger in, her hand moving faster, the sound of her wetness echoing in the bathroom. She had never felt so wanton, so out of control. Her orgasm was approaching like a freight train, and she couldn't stop it. She bit her lip harder, trying not to scream his name. The water washed over her as she came, her legs giving out a bit. She leaned against the wall, letting the water beat down on her. She had never been so turned on by just the thought of someone before. This was wrong, she was his sister, but she couldn't help it.

Jason couldn't wait anymore. He rushed to his office, shutting the door behind him with a resounding click. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from his computer screen. He pulled his pants down, his cock springing free. He thought of her, her tight pussy squeezing around him, those black panties the way they hid her pussy, her lacy bra the way they held her firm breasts, her moans filling his ears, and his recurring dreams. He stroked himself, his eyes glazed over with lust. He had to get some relief, had to ease the ache that had been building as long as he could remember.

His hand moved faster and faster as he pictured her, naked and wet in the shower, her hand moving in rhythmic circles. He could almost feel her silky skin, her softness in his hands. His cock was rock hard, begging for release. The friction of his hand against his shaft sent waves of pleasure through his body. He leaned back in his chair, his other hand squeezing his nipple, imagining her doing it, her teeth grazing his neck as she whispered his name.

Within moments, his orgasm hit him. He bit his lip hard to muffle his groan, the muscles in his stomach contracting as he shot ropes of cum onto his stomach and chest. He closed his eyes, savouring the moment, feeling the tension in his body unwind.

Guilt washed over him as he stared at the mess he had made. He had just masturbated to thoughts of his sister, and she was just down the hall. What the fuck was wrong with him? He quickly cleaned up, his movements jerky and erratic. He couldn't believe he had done that. But even as he tried to push the thoughts away, his mind kept drifting back to her, to the way she had looked at him earlier, the way she had touched herself.

He wiped the last remnants of his release from his hand with a tissue, his heart racing. He took another deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts. He pulled his pants up and buttoned them, adjusting his shirt to hide any evidence. The room smelled faintly of his arousal, but he hoped the scent wouldn't be noticeable. He slumped into his chair, staring at the computer screen.

The knock on the door startled him; he hadn't even realized how much time had passed since his illicit release. Wiping his damp forehead, Jason called out, "Come in," his voice shaky and spent.

The door handle rattled, but the door remained stubbornly shut. "Jason?" she called out, a hint of concern in her voice. "I can't open the door; it's locked. Are you okay?"

He had to get himself together before she saw him like this. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. The door clicked open as he approached, the lock releasing automatically. He smiled, hoping she wouldn't notice the guilt and desire within him. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said, his voice a little too loud in the quiet room. "Just had a bit of a work... situation come up. The door lock is automatic, connected to my phone and my keys; they have to be within 10 feet, or it stays locked." Jason had to justify why the door was locked, he was telling the truth after all, just not the truth about what came up.

Samantha stepped into the room, her eyes immediately drawn to the vast array of monitors that covered the walls. It was like nothing she had ever seen, even in the most high-tech computer shops. The screens flickered with lines of code, graphs, and what she could only assume were important documents. She felt a little overwhelmed but also intrigued. "Wow," she breathed out. "What do all these do?"

Jason forced his mind to shift gears from his earlier thoughts. "It's quite complicated and confidential," he began, his voice a mix of pride and wariness. "But essentially, it's inventory control for hospitals."

Samantha nodded. "It's like the drugstore system at the hospital? she asked questioningly, her eyes flicking over the screens.

"Exactly," Jason replied, his voice a low rumble of pride. "But what you see here is only a small part of the whole operation. This isn't the main hub; that's at a confidential location." He gestured around the room. "This is just a small control centre, a way to keep an eye on things without being at the control centre. Test updates, fix bugs, boring stuff like that.

"So you're like a superhero of hospital supplies?" Samantha said with a playful smile, her cheeks flushing a bit at the thought of her brother in such a powerful position.

Jason chuckled, trying to ease the tension. "More like a behind-the-scenes guy, keeping everything running smoothly so the real heroes like you, other nurses, and doctors can do their job." He walked over to her, his cock now a distant memory, and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "But enough about work." Let's get out of here. I spend enough time in this place besides; it's dinnertime now. Let's find some food."

They cooked dinner together, bumping into each other, almost dancing. Once dinner was finished, they sat together on the couch watching TV. Samantha had never felt such peace in her life. On her way to bed after watching a romance movie and giving Jason a hug, Samantha walked down the hall towards her bedroom. As she reached the door, she turned to Jason, who was sitting on the couch watching her over his shoulder. she smiled at him, saying "I almost forgot, you were right, as she dropped her bathrobe, revealing her almost perfect, legs, her beautiful waist, those Oh so perfect breasts, covered in the black lacy bra, and her pussy hidden behind the smallest black lacy panties.

The following weeks, went almost the same way. Jason woke early, cooked breakfast, drove Samantha to work, and picked her up after work. Their hugs were growing more frequent, the kisses more passionate, more erotic. Heidi tried to catch them after work, commenting, usually in a riske manner, about sharing. Every night, for the rest of the week, Samantha almost had a potty accident on the drive home, or so she claimed. Jason always had an urgent work-related matter that came up, every night as soon as he got home. Only once did Jason guess wrong, Samantha still dropped her robe, stating that since she wasn't wearing any undergarments, it was quite impossible for him to guess.

One Friday morning dawned with the promise of the weekend. As they drove to work, Jason turned to Samantha with a glint in his eye. "Hey, sis," he began, his voice low and seductive. What do you say we go out for dinner after work, you know, like to celebrate the new Samantha?"

"I'd love that," she murmured, "kind of like a date? Her voice filled with anticipation.

"Exactly like a date. Jason replied, Well, except"--his his voice trailed off.

"Except what?" Samantha asked, her heart racing with excitement.

Jason smirked, as he parked the car. "Except it won't be like any date you've ever been on before."

Samantha's curiosity was piqued. "What do you mean?"

Jason turned to look at her, his eyes dark and intense. "Well, when did you go on a date with your brother?"

Samantha giggled nervously. "Okay, you got me there. We're going on a date that's not really a date?

They walked hand in hand to the hospital entrance, like every morning before. As Jason gave Samantha a hug, he said, You better get going; you don't want to be late for work."

"But I have questions," Samantha pouted.

"Nothing that can't wait for later. I will look after everything for our date that's not really a date. You just focus on saving lives today, okay?" He whispered into her ear, sending shivers down her spine. Samantha nodded, still giggling, and pulled away, trying to compose herself. She took a deep breath and strutted into the hospital, feeling more alive than she had in months

At lunchtime, Jason dropped off a mysterious package with a knowing smile, telling her that she couldn't peek at it until after her shift and to change into it before she left the hospital so they didn't have to drive home to begin their date that wasn't really a date. She couldn't help but feel a thrill run through her body. The rest of her shift seemed to take forever. She was excited, she was wet, and she was nervous, all because of her brother and a date that's not really a date.

The moment her shift ended, she hurried to the bathroom, her curiosity piqued. She opened the package with trembling hands, revealing a sleek black high-slit evening dress and matching red lingerie. The fabric was smooth, and she could tell it was expensive. The dress clung to her curves, hinting at what lay beneath, while the lingerie was a provocative contrast of sheer lace and opaque panels. The scent of the fabric was faintly musky, and she wondered if it was the same cologne her brother always wore. Her heart raced as she slipped into the outfit. As she left the bathroom, she caught her reflection in the mirror. The woman staring back was a seductive stranger, not the tired nurse who had been caring for patients all day.

Jason was waiting for her in the parking lot, sitting on the bench, like all the evening before, his cock hard, his eyes widened as they travelled up her body when he saw her. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with desire, she began to blush. His erection was quite noticeable to Samantha when he gave her a hug and kiss. Heidi walked by, saying a little too loud for their comfort. "Someone's getting laid tonight." Both Samantha and Jason almost ran to the car with excitement and desire.

Once in the car, Jason started the engine. "Can you shut it off for a moment?" Samantha asked. The suddenness of her request made him look at her quizzically. He turned the engine off.

With a seductive smile, Samantha leaned over, her hand reaching for the back of his neck. She pulled him closer, her tongue seeking his in a kiss that was demanding yet tender. Her hand trailed down to his crotch, feeling the firmness of his erection. She gave it a gentle squeeze, making him gasp into her mouth. His hand found its way to her bare thigh, caressing it through the slit of her dress. The air thick with desire.

Jason's hand grew more insistent, sliding further up her leg. He felt the dampness of her panties, and his cock throbbed in response. Samantha broke the kiss, her breathing heavy. "We can't," she whispered, "not here.

"You're right," he murmured. He started the car again, his hand lingering on her thigh as he put the car in gear.

"I think we both know what's happening, Jase. Let's just go home. We can have our date that's not a date another night, please, Jase, I want you so bad, I need you," her voice promising untold pleasures.

Jason's grip tightened on the steering wheel, the leather creaking under his fingers. His eyes flicked to her, then back to the road. "Fuck," he murmured, trying to keep his focus on the road as her hand stroked his cock through his pants. "You're making it hard to drive." he murmered.

Samantha giggled, her teeth grazing his ear. "That's my plan: gotta keep it hard." Every car seemed to be driven by a snail, every light turned red, and there were twice as many stop signs today as there were last night. The anticipation was unbearable, the sexual desire thickening the air like a steamy fog.

They finally parked the car, and they were all over each other. They didn't bother to get out;, Jason leaned back in his seat, pulling her onto his lap. She straddled him, her dress hiked up to her waist. His hands were everywhere, exploring the curves of her body, her breasts, her ass, and back again. The fabric of his pants was strained by his erection, which was pressing insistently against her wetness.

"This isn't right, Sam," Jason panted, trying to catch his breath. "Our first time should be... perfect."

Samantha's eyes searched his, her own desire warring with a sudden tenderness. "This is perfect, right now," she whispered, her breath warm against his cheek. She leaned back, her hands still on his shoulders, and took in the sight of him.

Jason's eyes were dark with lust, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He looked conflicted, torn between the need to take her right there and the desire to wait for a more romantic setting. "I just... I don't want to rush it," he said, his voice strained.

Samantha nodded, understanding his hesitation, but her body was screaming for his touch. She leaned in and kissed him again, her tongue dancing with his in a silent promise of passion. "I know," she murmured against his lips, "but I need you now. It doesn't have to be perfect; it just has to be us."

Jason opened the car door and practically yanked her out of the seat, lifting her into his arms as if she weighed less than a feather. His eyes were filled with a fierce hunger that sent a shiver down her spine. He slammed the door shut with his foot and sprinted towards the house, her legs wrapped around his waist. His hard cock threatening to rip his pants wide open.

His hands gripped her ass, lifting her higher, her pussy grinding against his abs. Samantha could feel the precum leaking from his cock, the warmth spreading through the fabric of her panties, making her wetter.

He carried her to his room, the urgency in his steps echoing the pulse of their need. He gently laid her down; they were both panting, the need to touch erasing any reservations either may still have.

With trembling hands, Jason began to strip off his clothes. Each button on his shirt popped open, each one flying across the room. His pants followed, revealing his thick, throbbing erection, which stood tall and proud. He was glad he went commando today.

Samantha watched him, her own hands rising to her dress. In a whirl of fabric, the dress slipped down off her body, and she stood in front of him wearing nothing but her red lace bra and matching panties. She sensed his gaze on her, burning and ravenous, as his eyes devoured her body.

"Leave them on," Jason breathed, his voice thick with need. She paused for a moment, experiencing a thrill of exhilaration at the thought of being so vulnerable before him. The image of his rigid cock robbed Samantha of her breath, hard and thick, she saw the veins pulsating along its length. His eyes roaming over her, drinking in every detail of her body. "You're so beautiful Sam," he whispered, stretching out his hand to graze the top of her bra with his fingers. "More beautiful than in my dreams."

He pulled her toward him their lips meeting in a fiery kiss. She could feel his erection against her stomach, and she knew he was as hot as she was to take it further. She moaned in his mouth as he enclosed one of her breasts in his hand, his thumb teasing her hard nipple through lace. The fabric was in the way, but it was also tantalizing.

Her hand brushing over the tip of his hard cock, savouring the warmth coming off him. Copious amounts of precum sparkling, she couldn't help but dip her finger in to the liquid, carrying it to her lips for a taste.

The saltiness of his fluid only intensified her need. She looked up at his eyes, hers glazed with passion, and panted softly, "I want you inside me."

Without a sound, Jason knelt before her, his fingers slowly pulling the lacy fabric of her panties off her legs, causing her to shiver with anticipation as her wet, puffy pussy was bared. He kissed her inner thighs, moving incrementally closer to the top of her thighs, his hot breath warm on her sensitive skin. He stayed there, savouring each moment, his hands holding her hips immobile so she couldn't move.

Her eyes rolled back in her head when he finally struck her pussy, his tongue sliding along the seam of her folds. A moan escaped between her lips as he licked her; his lips pulled on her clit, a lightening bolt of pleasure fired through her body as she leaned back on the bed. Samantha's legs trembled, she grasped the bed-sheets, her breathing sharp and jagged gasps.

Jason's fingers began to wander up her body, caressing her smooth stomach before moving to her breasts. He cupped them gently, his thumbs swept over the peaks of her nipples. The contact flooded a new rush of need through her, making her arch her back and push herself harder into him. His touch was gentle, but adamant, as if he were trying to memorize every inch of her.

Samantha rolled onto her back; she unfastened her bra in the back and let it slide away from her breasts. They jiggled slightly with the new freedom, and Jason's eyes widened with hunger. He moved in close, his mouth covering one nipple, then the other, his tongue stroking the tender flesh as he sucked and nibbled. The feeling was heavenly, and she could not help but whimper in pleasure, her hands tightening in his hair, pulling him closer.

"Stop torturing me, Jason," she breathed, her voice a whine of desire. "We have been tormenting each other for days, and I just can't hold on any longer." Her pussy pounding for his dick. "Please," she begged, her voice shaking with need.

"Are you sure, Samantha? We cannot turn back." Jason replied making sure Samantha wanted him as much as he wanted her.

Samantha nodded, her eyes never wavering from his as she could feel the tip of his cock against her damp pussy. She was starving with anticipation and slid her hands up to wrap his waist and pulled him towards her. "Yes," she whispered. "I need it. I never want to leave, please, Jase."

Jason pressing forward, his cock lined up, slowly burying itself in her tight, slippery pussy. Samantha's eyes grew wide with the penetration, the feeling of fullness too much to handle. She arched against him, insisting that he penetrate deeper. Their flesh slapped against each other as he began pumping in and out of her, a fierce rhythm that had her breathing hard.

Her fingers dug into his spine as she matched his pace. Every thrust created a ripple of delight through her, her walls constricting around him. The pressure was heavenly; she felt an orgasm gathering in the depths of her belly.

"Oh god, yes," she moaned, throwing her head back as he picked up speed. His cock felt so right, so right, so good, inside her, filling her so full that it was almost too much. She never wanted it to end.

Jason's grip on her hips tightened as he plunged deeper into her, his strokes building in intensity. The bed creaked and screeched beneath them. Samantha could sense the heat of him, the smoothness of their bodies twined together as they moved as one.

Her eyes drawn up tight, she focused on the feeling of him inside of her. That is all she had been wanting. His penis struck her G-spot with each push, sending out waves of euphoria through her that caused her toes to curl up in her bed. Samantha's breaths were pants, her chest and stomach expanding as she sucked in air to fill her lungs.

He bent to kiss the side of her neck, his teeth rasping against the sensitive skin. "You feel so good," he groaned. I won't last much longer," his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Me neither," she panted out.

His teeth raked across her earlobe, sending a shock of pleasure all the way to her pussy.

Jason's rhythm grew wilder, his breathing hoarse, Samantha could sense he was coming up on the culmination. She cinched her muscles down upon him, feeling the building tension inside herself as each stroke continued. The texture of his cock inside her was sublime, pressure building with intensity.

And then, with a bellow, he came. Samantha could feel his cock pulse, his cum running into her already pregnant belly. It was a sensation she'd never experienced, a primal sense of fulfillment that seemed to course through her very being. She locked her legs harder around him, her pussy drawing the final drops from him as she could feel the heat of his cum rushing through her.

Samantha's orgasm hit at the same time, her body contracting around him as she climaxed with a scream. Her walls constricted on his cock, and his hot semen filled her, joining with her own juices. Their lovemaking was nothing less than inexplicable.

"Jesus," Jason groaned, his body collapsing onto hers. She could feel his heart pounding against her chest, their sweat mingling as they both tried to catch their breath. For a moment, they lay there, their bodies joined, savouring the intimacy of the moment.

Wow, that was... intense, Samantha thought, her cheeks flushing as she stared up at the ceiling. It was nothing like she had ever experienced before. The way he looked at her, the way he touched her, it was all so raw and primal. Her thoughts raced as she felt him slowly start to pull away, his cock still semi-hard between her legs.

"Sam?" Jason breathed, his voice thick with emotion. "You okay?"

Samantha nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. "More than okay," she murmured. "That was... amazing."

Jason leaned in to kiss her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, causing her to shiver with pleasure. "You're amazing," he whispered back, his voice filled with a tenderness that surprised her.

They lay there for a few more moments, their hearts slowly returning to a normal rhythm. The room was filled with the sweet scent of their mingled arousal, and the faint sound of their breathing was the only noise breaking the silence.

With a gentle sigh, his arm wrapped around her waist to keep her close. He stared up at the ceiling, his mind reeling with the intensity of what had just happened.

"I've wanted this for so long," Jason confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. His hand traced small circles on her lower back, sending a delightful shiver down her spine.

Samantha turned to face him, her eyes searching his. "How long?" she asked, her voice equally soft.

Do you remember that time back when I was in grade 9? It was Friday, March 18, the spring school dance. You wore that long black dress; you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, and all the guys wanted to dance with you. You saved the last dance of the night for me, your dorky 15-year-old brother that none of the girls would dance with. I fell in love with you that night. But I never told you; I kept it buried deep down, afraid you'd laugh or worse.

Jason turned to face Samantha. After his confession, she was fast asleep; her chest gently rose and fell with each breath she took. Her hair had fallen in soft waves around her shoulders. She looked so peaceful, so innocent. She was his ultimate crush, his first crush, his only crush, and she didn't know it. He had watched her grow up into a stunning young woman, and now she was here, in his bed, sleeping just a few inches away.

With a sigh, Jason reluctantly peeled himself away from the warmth of her body and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He knew she would be hungry when she woke up. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and padded quietly into the kitchen. He grabbed his phone and ordered a pizza from their favourite place, knowing she'd love it when she woke up.

The bell rang, and Jason quickly paid the delivery driver, closing the door as Samantha walked out of the bedroom, her eyes half-closed; she looked a hot mess. She yawned and rubbed her eyes, looking adorable in one of his oversized shirts. She looked up at him just as he was closing the door, and he announced, "Pizza's ready!" with a grin.

Her eyes lit up at the mention of food, and she practically sprinted to the kitchen, her bare feet slapping against the cold floor. She plopped down at the counter, and Jason couldn't help but notice the shirt had ridden up, giving him a glimpse of her smooth, round ass. He swallowed he was getting hard again. The scent of the pizza filled the room, mingling with the faint musk of their passion.

They ate in silence, he watched as she licked sauce from her fingers, and he felt his cock twitch in response.

"Sam," he started, his voice cracking slightly. "I know you're probably confused about what happened tonight."

Samantha looked at him, a mix of sleepiness and curiosity in her eyes. She took a deep breath before responding, "Jason, we need to talk."

Jason nodded solemnly, setting his slice of pizza down. "I know." He paused, his eyes tracing the contours of her face, the curve of her neck, and the swell of her breasts beneath the shirt. "I just want you to know that I didn't intend for things to go that far. I've had feelings for you for a really long time, but I never thought--"I just want to tell you that I didn't mean to take advantage of you. I never thought--"

Samantha reached out and placed her hand on his arm, silencing him gently. "Jason," she said, "you didn't. I was there, and I wanted it too." She took a deep breath, I think we should go back to bed, I never did give you that blow job you've been dreaming about.

Jason's eyes widened at her suggestion. He stood, Samantha walking up to him and wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him in to a kiss. Her lips were soft and warm, and they moved with surprising urgency against his. He felt a surge of excitement as she parted her lips, her tongue slipping into his mouth, sending shock-waves through his body. They kissed deeply, passionately. Samantha pulled away, kissing her way down his chest, towards his stomach. On her knees, she pulled his sweatpants down; his cock, already hard, slapped her under the chin.

Her eyes filled with mischief and hunger she took him in her hand, stroking him gently before her mouth closed around his swollen tip. She took him in with a slow, deliberate motion, her eyes never leaving his. He could feel the heat of her breath as she took more and more of him, her tongue swirling around his shaft and sending jolts of pleasure through his body. His hands found her hair, guiding her as she began to bob her head back and forth, her movements growing more confident with each stroke.

Samantha's mouth was a wet vise, her teeth grazing him just enough to make him gasp. She moaned around him, the vibrations adding another layer of sensation as she deep throated him. Jason's knees felt like they might buckle at any moment. His breath came in ragged gasps as she took him to the back of her throat, her nose brushing against the base of his cock. It was the best blowjob of his life, and she hadn't even picked up the pace yet.

Her hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently as she worked her mouth up and down his shaft. He could feel the tension building, he knew he was close. But she didn't let up. Instead, she pushed herself further, taking him in until he was sure she couldn't go any deeper, and then somehow, she did. Her eyes watered slightly, but she never broke eye contact.

Samantha's movements grew faster, more frenzied, as she swallowed him whole, her throat tightening around his cock. He groaned, unable to hold back the sounds of pleasure escaping from his mouth. He felt the head of his dick hit the back of her throat with a delicious thud. She gagged a little, but she was too good, too eager to stop. Her hand began to work him in sync with her mouth, stroking him in time with her deep, hungry sucks.

Jason's toes curled, and he knew he was on the edge. "Sam," he managed to gasp out, his voice thick with lust. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum."

Samantha looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire. She nodded, and took him out of her mouth just long enough to whisper, "I want it all."

Jason's body clenched, his cock throbbing with the threat of release. With one final, thrust, he came. His cum shooting out in hot, heavy strands, hitting the back of Samantha's throat. She took it all, swallowing as he pumped into her mouth. He watched her cheeks hollow with the effort, her eyes water never leaving his. The intensity of the moment was too great, and he could feel his knees buckling. Samantha pulled away, her lips wet and her cheeks flushed. She licked her lips, "Fuck, that was amazing," she whispered, her voice hoarse from having his dick in her mouth.

They staggered towards the bed, Jason's arms around her waist, holding her as if he never wanted to let her go. They were a tangled mess of arms and legs on the bed. Jason's dick, still half-hard, rested on her stomach. He dipped his head and kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin, making her shiver with delight. She turned her face to him, and their eyes locked. The tenderness in his eyes dissolved her heart. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear, and she couldn't help but smile.

Samantha bent over and took his hand in hers, guiding it to her breasts. He cupped them gently, their weight filling his palm. His thumbs began tracing circles around her taut nipples, and she gently moaned.

They breathed together as they lay there, their hearts pounding in their chests. They were spent from their energetic lovemaking, and it wasn't long before their eyelids grew heavy.

Jason's arm wrapped around Samantha's waist, pulling her closer to him. She snuggled into the crook of his body, her head resting on his shoulder. The warmth of their bodies melded together as sleep began to take them.

Every night was the same. They'd watch movies and talk about their day. The conversation always led to the same place. Sometimes Jason would lead Sam to the bedroom where they would make love; sometimes Samantha wouldn't wait for Jason, and wild, passionate sex was made in every room of the house and a few times on the back deck. It was now quite obvious that Samantha was pregnant. They often went on dates that weren't dates. Samantha worked seven and a half months into her pregnancy.

Just after Samantha started her maternity leave, Jason knew he had to talk to her about the future.

"Sam, there's something I need to discuss with you," he said, his voice a mix of excitement and trepidation. They were sitting on the couch, the TV playing in the background, serving more as background noise than entertainment.

Sam looked up from her book, her eyes wide with curiosity. "What's up, Jason?" she asked, her hand absentmindedly rubbing her swollen belly.

"Well," he began, taking a deep breath, "I've been approached with an opportunity to sell my company." The words hung in the air, thick with potential. "If I go through with it, we'd be wealthy beyond our wildest dreams."

Samantha's hand paused on her belly, the implications of Jason's statement sinking in. She looked at him with a mix of disbelief and excitement. "Wealthy?" she echoed. "As in... never-have-to-work-again wealthy?"

Jason nodded, his eyes shimmering with hope. "Yeah, exactly," he replied. "But more importantly, we could move."

"What does that mean for us?" "I love my job, Jase, and the people I work with. I don't know."

I was thinking, well, even though there are not many people around here that know us as brother and sister, there are still some. We could move and live like a truly married couple. You could work if you want; I would love to be a stay-at-home dad and raise our child. That is if you wanted to.

Samantha sat up, her book falling to the floor unnoticed. She stared at Jason, her mind racing with the possibilities. "Where would we go?" she asked. "You want to marry me, Jase, like, really husband and wife?" "I mean, we could get married but not get married, like our dates that aren't dates." Samantha had tears in her eyes thinking of getting married to Jason but not really getting married.

Jason began to talk, thinking carefully, "We sell the company, live here till after our baby is born, take a trip to Vegas, get married there, pick a small town anywhere we want, and move there. Live as husband and wife. Will you marry me, Samantha?" he asked as he got down on one knee, slipping a ring from his pocket.

Samantha was crying tears of joy; she couldn't speak, her hand trembling as she offered it to Jason so he could put the ring on her finger.

Just after their daughter Sara was born, Jason signed the papers selling his company, they moved to a small acreage just outside a major city, where Samantha could still work part-time at the hospital.

A year after their move, while laying in bed after a particularly erotic lovemaking, Samantha whispered to Jason, "Jase, I want to have your baby."

"Sam we can't, you know gramps and grams were cousins right, the risks are just to great."

"Ya, but Jase, there is a way, you know about in vetro right, you could be the dad, and well I would be the mom, but not really the mom?"

Sara had just turned three when her baby brother Jackson was born. Sara and Jackson both named after Jason and Samantha's parents, who unfortunately were taken from them much too young.

Years later, when Sara and Jackson were teens, Samantha, sat down beside him on the back deck, watching their children in the back yard. Samantha, turned to Jason noticing a tears in his eyes. She snuggled up pulling him close, quietly whispering, "Love, Jase what's wrong?"

"Nothing, Sam nothing wrong, just thinking about our life, and how blessed I am, being able to live my dream with you."