Thanks for sticking with me, this one may start off slow again but there's some hot stuff for you horny devils out there. Enjoy!
Chapter 2:
Growing tensions.
It was several days later that Mara started to emerge from her shell. Ezra knew immediately that something was wrong, an unfamiliar burden hanging over her shoulders that she was unsure how to unload.
He would be there when she figured out how, of course, no matter how long it took. As the days went by she became happier, and painfully more flirtatious.
Wearing skimpy outfits became the norm, catching each other, an inevitable occurance, in compromising situations seemed to be happening more often.
Several times Ezra had walked into the kitchen to find her hot, sweaty and dressed in only a sports bra and tight running shorts. Finiding her unexpectedly stretching early in the morning after a long run was confusing for him. Especially when his body was still half asleep, morning wood proudly at attention in his boxers.
She'd stared wide eyed for several seconds before feigning ignorance. That was their routine for the next week while she settled into living with him. Catching her naked coming out of the shower was by far the most embarrassing moment for them both.
He knew they would inevitably have to have a conversation, put a stop to the behaviour. However whenever he would catch her sitting in the garden enjoying the sun, a half read book face down in her lap, he would stand for several minutes just appreciating how beautiful she was.
Something that was becoming a regular occurance.
Ezra was begining to think Mara would never truly open up to him. Or help him find the answers to the burning feelings that had resurfaced.
"Ez?" Mara shouted, not noticing the sound of metallic tools from behind Ezra's arcade machine, something he'd very rarely parted with since getting it. It, and Ezra, were sectioned off by a large cloth partition that he occasionally used for shrouding large sculptures. Mara was perplexed as to why it was so secretive, but she repected her brother's privacy.
Ezra stopped working to review the progress, having not heard Mara call him from the kitchen. Having stripped the casing back to bare metal and plastic, it was now a bleached white, like bone. Several new pieces of equipment lay strewn at his feet, upgrades for a system he wasn't sure would handle the modifications. As he stood staring blankly at the machine, he heard Mara call his name again.
"What's up Mara?" He smiled to her, wiping his oily hands on a spare rag, appearing from behind the sheet like a children's pantomime.
Upon lifting the cloth he had caught a glimpse at what she'd been wearing, albeit from behind, and it was taking all his willpower not to stare slack-jawed.
She'd strolled into his workshop and was bent over looking at some of his older works. Her bikini, a genius invention in his opinion, was two tringles of dark brown fabric over her nipples with whisper thin strands of braided fabric forming the back and side straps. Her bottoms were equally as risqué, a matching colour, they were a high waisted thong that showed an ungodly amount of her ass and legs.
As she stood and turned slowly, Ezra was gifted with a view of his beautiful sister. Framed by a glowing light she seemd angelic. A light white fishnet crop top covered her bikini, with matching sunhat and sandals. Although it was sunny, unusually for this time of year, Ezra didn't think it was warm enough for sunbathing. Especially with a surprisingly cold breeze that heralded colder times.
Mara beamed at him regardless. Nothing in her eyes but pure joy. She had always loved watching him work, even when she was younger. Mara would sit for hours beside him, reading, while he wittled away at some marble.
"What's up?" He repeated, unable to tear his eyes away from his sister. As he craned his neck to look through the back windows, at the sun abruptly disappearing behind some clouds, he felt a sharp crack in his neck.
Mara grimaced, the noise evidently as loud as it was painful.
"Well," She began, setting down her book, water bottle and sunglasses on a nearby table. "I was going to enjoy what little sun you seem to get here." Mara finished with a smirk, adjusting her bikini underneath her crop top.
"But you seem like you need more help than my complexion." Ezra wasn't following, he gently padded into the living room, discarding his stained shirt along the way. He began to open his mouth to reply but Mara cut him off. She jumped onto the couch beside him, staring intently into his eyes.
"While i was away, i found that i got incredibly bad neck cramp from staring at blueprints or a monitor all day so me and a friend decided to get massages. That slowly graduated into learning ourselves to save money." Mara fell silent, hoping Ezra would fill in the blanks. She sat on her knees, feet tucked beneath her and body tilted forward in eagerness.
"So you're, what, offering me a massage? I dont know Mara..." Ezra was skeptical, worried they were straying dangerously close to that line he didn't want to cross. He was about to argue further when his neck ached, as if his body was telling him to shut up.
Mara looked at him expectedly, mouth open slightly and lips curled into a barely noticeable grin.
"Okay fine," He relented, wondering what the harm actually could be. Mara jumped off the couch with a childish giggle.
"You should probably take those off," Ezra realised Mara was pointing to his paint stained combat pants. "Besides, they'd probably get in the way." Mara looked down at him as he begrudgingly hooked his thumbs into his waist bad. She had one leg between his thighs and he could smell her scent. He could feel the heat from her legs.
As he struggled out of his pants, now clad in only his boxers she disappeared momentarily. Mara reappeared seconds later with a bottle of lotion from her room. He shivered slightly as he realised what she probably used it for.
"Lie on your front." Mara's voice was forceful, something that made his heart stutter. Willingly, he turned over, head craned to the side to watch her. Although painful, it was certainly worth it. She climbed onto the couch, straddling his legs to sit right on his bottom. Light as a feather, he barely noticed her weight.
Ezra settled into the massage, relishing the feel of her hands on his near naked body. She rubbed her lotion covered hands into his neck and shoulders. Expertly working out the knots he had developed from working scrunched up under the arcade machine.
"Oh god!" He exclaimed in a husky breath as Mara worked out a particularly stiff section. Ezra became painfully aware of not only his growing arousal, which was pressing painfully into the couch cushions, but surprisingly of Mara's. He could feel her slight gyrations with every stroke of her hands, the slight grinding of her hips on his lower back. Knowing there was only two thin strips of fabric separating them made him audibly groan.
Mara noticed, pausing momentarily. Ezra's heart raced, thinking he had gone too far, until he saw her white fishnet top go sailing over his head.
"Turn over." Mara's voice was small, hardly a whisper but it sent shivers down his spine nonetheless.
"Mara, i..." She continued to grind against him and rub his shoulders as she spoke. Her breath coming in ragged intervals.
"I know...its okay." Ezra was hesitant, still weary of that proverbial line, but Mara's commanding voice was overwhelming. As he began to turn around Mara lifted slightly. Settling into position, he watched with baited breath as Mara hovered above his waist. She was biting her lip.
Slowly, agonisingly slow, she lowered herself down until her bikini bottoms where pressing firmly against his now raging hard boner. She gasped loudly, pressing down into him. Ezra clamped his hands on her waist. Mara's eyes rolled back in her head, mouth hanging open in a wordless shout of ecstasy.
To her credit, Mara continued to massage his chest, kneeding his shoulders, tracing the muscles of his abdomen or playing with his nipples. Ezra's eyes shone with desire, something that drove Mara on even more.
At her direction, he accepted a healthy amount of lotion on his hands and began to systematically oil every part of his sister that he could. He teased her unnecessarily, wanting to savour her body as she granted him free reign.
He too traced her collar bones with his finger, felt the sculpted curves of her breasts and the smooth flat skin of her stomach. Although she may not have been the most well endowed woman ever, her modest bust seemed perfect. Every contour, plunging curve and ounce of soft amber skin was exposed to his embarrassingly hungry eyes.
Her grinding was becoming increasingly rapid and pronounced. Unexpectedly Mara leaned forward and kissed him. Gently at first but growing in ferocity as her tongue reached out to explore his mouth. He didn't know where this hunger had come from, but he blissfully sunk into it.
"Did you like my outfit?" She asked, her breath shaking. Face barely an inch from his. Her eyes sparkled cunningly, biting her lip again. Ezra nodded, boldly running his hands under her bikini to fully appreciate her breasts. Tweaking her nipples she moaned loudly.
"Say it!" Ezra stared into her eyes, open mouthed, as she ground down on him furiously. He could feel her heat unbearably, the unmistakably feeling of how wet she was.
"I thought you looked incredible. So sexy. It was all i could do not to just kiss you right there and then." Mara hung on his every word, abandoning the pretence of the massage to place her hands either side of his head and pseudo ride him with all her effort.
"Then you'll love this." Mara leaned back, out of the reach of his questing hands and reached behind her. Ezra's eyes bulged as her bikini fell away. Fully topless, he drank in her beauty. He thrust upwards, meeting her own grinding, with renewed effort.
They were both close. They locked eyes as Mara clamped her legs around him, the feeling of her almost bare pussy lips around his cock sending him to heaven. They both came, Ezra first, and then Mara shortly after as she felt his hot cum pulsing through his cock. They collapsed breathlessly on one another. Body's glistening from oil and sweat.
Ezra stared at the ceiling as Mara stretched out along his body, breast still bare and mashed into his chest. He expected to feel regret. Despite his feelings he almost wanted to feel that crushing, heart wrenching guilt. The only thing he did feel was love. Love for his baby sister.
