Impure Thoughts

Ryan and Claire both stared at Mia, searching for evidence of a change. "So... What happened?" Asked Claire.

"Nothing." Said Mia, avoiding eye contact with her sister. Claire stared daggers into her sister trying to read her. A hand went to her chest, her fingers awkwardly fidgeting with the edges of her sports bra, and she glimpsed ever so briefly at Ryan.

That was all the proof she needed. Claire crossed over and looked directly at Mia, grabbing both her hands and holding them in hers. "Look at me." She did. "You are now feeling strange feelings for Ryan aren't you?" She nodded. "Hear me. You are strong. You don't have to give into those feelings."

"... But I want to so bad." Said Mia. "I just want his body on mine. Ryan can I touch you? We don't have to do anything. You can hold me close and maybe after if you feel like it... I could... suck your cock."

"Woah!" Exclaimed Ryan, the towel containing his manmeat pulsed. "I guess we're going there now." Mia bit her lip at his towel tenting, excited that she was turning him on. One part of her brain told her that this was wrong, but the other couldn't help but imagine her brothers firm hands gripping her ass as he plunged his leaking cock into her wet pussy. Her hands pulled away from Claire's, one to knead her breast and the other to rub the outside of her yoga pants. Her body felt so hot, so energized with lust.

Mia spoke with a sultry tone her mouth betraying a deeply held aversion to the incestual thoughts that plagued her mind, "Fuck Ryan, you make me wet. Just looking at you. Why don't you remove that towel? You don't need it anymore."

Claire almost covered her ears before taking action. "Mmohkay, enough of that." She sat between the two of them. "Ryan, keep your towel on sparky."

"Come here. You can stick your fingers in my puMMPH!" Said Mia before Claire covered her mouth and held her back.

Claire stared deep into Mia's eyes, searching for her sister underneath her sultry exterior. A glimmer of light shine through and she queried her, "Can you behave?" Mia nodded and Claire loosened her grip.

Managing Mia would be a hassle, but she had to do it for both of them. Ding. The box pointed at Ryan. "Are you okay to continue?" asked Claire to Ryan. Claire gripped Mia's hand that had been between her legs and Mia gripped back, shaking a bit. She mantained some control, even still, the other hand fell to her side and rubbed nervously against her stretchy leg.

"Yeah, it's just a little weird." Chimed Ryan. Ryan was feeling all weird inside as well. On one hand, he kind of liked the attention, but at the same time it felt wrong. He was so close with Mia that he didn't want to ruin anything. Sure, they've always been touchy with each other, but never had he seen what he sees in Mia now. She out right lusted for his body. Being a dude with a dick and penchant for wanking to perverted things in his spare time, he couldn't say his thoughts weren't drifting to ideas of impropriety. Those thoughts brought on his erection, compounded by the prevasive slickness of his constantly cumming cock, it meant he was on edge and worried he might slip up and do something he couldn't take back. Meanwhile, he was certain the cup he had previously placed at the head of his penis was full and the erection angled the cum down towards his balls to form a pool that connected to him and the floor. It was something Ryan and his friend Cramer would probably call "Gross Nasty Hawt" when they joked about sex and their various exploits, although they both had neither had sex.

He picked up the card and read it silently first. A grin formed on his face. "Okay, before I read this... Don't ruin this for me."