Angela didn't know what to say. Her mind was telling her to push him away, to put an end to this madness before it went too far. But her body was telling her something else entirely.
Her nipples had hardened beneath her sports bra, and she could feel herself growing wet. The pressure of his hardness against her sent waves of something she couldn't name coursing through her.
She should have been disgusted.
She should have been angry.
Instead, she was turned on.
"Shawn..." Angela repeated, this time with a different tone. It was neither a protest nor a complaint, but rather an encouragement.
But just as the situation escalated, the door to Angela's room was knocked on twice, followed by Caroline's voice. "Angela? Have you seen your brother? I checked his room, but he's not there."
The siblings immediately froze, their eyes wide with panic. Angela pushed Shawn off her and sat up, adjusting her sports bra and shorts to make herself presentable.
Shawn also hurried to stand up, positioning himself behind her to hide the obvious evidence of his arousal.
"Yeah, Mom. He's here with me," Angela called out, trying to keep her voice steady. "We just came back from a run and were stretching."
The door opened, and Caroline walked in. She was wearing a silk robe that fell mid-thigh, revealing her long legs. Her hair was slightly messy from sleep, and her face was free of makeup.
"Oh, there you are, Shawn." Caroline's gaze swept over the room, her eyes lingering on her son for a moment longer than necessary. "I was wondering where you went."
"Just went for a run with Angela." Shawn shrugged, doing his best to act casual despite the racing of his heart. "We just finished stretching."
"I see. It's good to see you two getting along so well." Caroline's lips curved into a small smile. "Anyway, I just wanted to check on you since you weren't in the room when I woke up. Now that I've found you, I'll let you two continue your... stretching."
With that, she turned and left, her hips swaying with each step. The silk robe clung to her curves, outlining the fullness of her breasts and the roundness of her hips.
The siblings didn't move until they heard the click of the door closing. They stood in silence, processing what had just happened.
"That was close," Angela finally said, breaking the silence. She then turned to face Shawn, her expression unreadable. "You pushed your luck too far, little brother."
"I would've stopped if you told me to," Shawn replied, though he knew it was a lie. He wouldn't have stopped unless she forcefully pushed him away. "You didn't say the word, though."
"Because I was surprised, not because I wanted you to continue," Angela shot back, though the slight tremble in her voice betrayed her true feelings. This was uncharted territory for her.
She had never been with any man in a sexual way, so her body's reaction to her own brother's advances confused and unsettled her. It also excited her in ways she couldn't explain.
Shawn didn't respond, instead choosing to close the distance between them. He reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her cheek.
Then he leaned in, almost kissing her. "What if I want to push my luck further?"
Angela didn't move. She just stood there, her heart hammering against her ribs, unable to tear her eyes away from his. She saw the desire burning in his gaze, felt the heat radiating from his body, and knew she was in trouble.
"You know we can't, Shawn. We're siblings." Her words were a weak protest, and they both knew it.
"I know." Shawn's thumb brushed against her lower lip, pulling it down slightly. "But I also know that I want to push my luck further. To cross a line and taste a flavor that I've never tasted before."
Angela's knees felt weak at his words and almost gave out if Shawn hadn't placed one of his hands on her waist to steady her. He used that opportunity to pull her closer, their bodies now flush against each other.
The contact sent a jolt through them both.
"You're crazy, you know that?" Angela murmured, her hands coming up to rest on his chest. She could feel the rapid beating of his heart beneath her palm, matching her own frantic rhythm.
"Maybe. But you're the one making me this way. It's your fault for being so tempting that I couldn't help myself even when you're my own sister."
"Stop saying things like that."
"Why? Does it make you uncomfortable? Or does it turn you on?"
Angela didn't answer. Not when she couldn't trust her own voice. Instead, she chose to push him away, breaking the spell that had been cast upon them.
But Shawn didn't let her go that easily.
He caught her wrists in his grip and pulled her back, spinning her around so that her back was pressed against his chest. His arms wrapped around her waist, holding her captive against him.
"Let go of me, Shawn." Angela struggled, twisting in his embrace. "I mean it. Let go."
"Not until you admit that you want this as much as I do."
"I don't."
"Liar. I can feel your heart racing. I can see the way your pupils dilate when you look at me. And I can definitely feel the way your body responds to my touch."
As if to prove his point, Shawn slid one of his hands down from her waist to her stomach, then further down until it reached the waistband of her shorts.
Without warning, he slipped his hand inside, his fingers finding her wetness almost immediately.
"Ah...!" A gasp escaped Angela's lips as Shawn's fingers made contact with her most sensitive area. Her body froze, her muscles tensing at the unexpected intrusion.
"See? I told you." Shawn whispered in her ear, his breath warm against her skin. "You can lie to me, but your body can't lie to me. It wants this. It wants me."
He began to move his fingers inside her, exploring her wet folds and teasing her clit with light, feathery touches.
Angela couldn't stop the moan that escaped her lips this time. Her head fell back against Shawn's shoulder, her hips moving involuntarily against his hand.
"You're so wet, sis. So ready for me." Shawn's fingers continued their assault, driving her wild with need. "All you have to do is say the word, and I'll give you what you want."
But Angela couldn't speak. Words failed her as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her mind was a haze of desire, and before she knew what was happening, she lost her control.
With a cry, she came hard, her juices flowing around Shawn's fingers as her body convulsed in ecstasy. "Shawn...!"
It surprised both of them. Shawn hadn't expected her to cum so quickly, and Angela couldn't believe she had reached her peak from just a few touches from her brother.
After her orgasm subsided, Angela pushed Shawn's hand away and hurried to the bathroom while saying, "Get out, Shawn. Get out of my room."
"Uhmmm... Okay?" Shawn didn't know what to do or say at this point. He got carried away, thinking he could push things further with Angela. But the result was something else entirely.
He stood there for a moment, the scent of her climax still on his fingers, then left her room and closed the door behind him.
"Shit. I should've known better," he muttered to himself while walking towards his room. "Now things are going to be awkward between us."