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MidReal Story
Forbidden Desires in the Storm
Scenario:Trapped with my older brother in a hotel room we have to make do with a single bed and open up to each other about our taboo desires
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Sarah Jennings
hotel staff member who becomes entangled in their lives, friendly with both siblings, short blonde hair and freckles, kindhearted but nosy.
James Carter
kind but perverted, older brother who has incestual thoughts about his younger sister
Emily Carter
younger sister, has dirty thoughts about her older brother and wants his cock in her pussy, petite with long brown hair, curious and secretive.
The rain was coming down in sheets, blinding me to the point I could barely see as we drove up and down the highway in search of a place to stay for the night.
James cursed under his breath and splashed through a puddle, steering my car onto the shoulder.
"What are you doing?!"
I asked, clutching at the dashboard with my hands, knuckles white.
"There's a sign back a ways that said there was a hotel coming up. I'm going to try and call and see if they have any rooms."
He held his phone up and squinted at the screen before bringing it to his ear.
After a moment, he let out a low sigh and tossed the phone back onto the center console.
"No one answers. It's fucking great."
I bit my lip and looked out my window at the passing cornfield.
As we entered the hotel lobby, the warm air enveloped us, a welcome respite from the torrential rain that had been pounding against my car for hours.
Sarah's bright smile and sparkling eyes were a beacon of hope, and I couldn't help but return her warm greeting as she checked us in with efficient ease.
James, on the other hand, seemed to be stuck in his grumpy mood, his eyes fixed on the floor as he muttered a curt "thanks" when Sarah handed him the room key.
I followed him to the elevator, my eyes fixed on the back of his head, wondering what was eating at him.
The elevator doors slid open with a soft whoosh, and we stepped inside, the silence between us thick and heavy.
As we rode up to our floor, I couldn't help but think about how this was not exactly what I had planned for our little road trip.
The doors opened again, and James strode out into the dimly lit corridor, his long legs eating up the distance to our room.
I trailed behind him, my heart pounding in my chest as he inserted the key card and pushed open the door.
The room was small, with a single bed dominating the space, its worn comforter a dull brown that seemed to suck the energy out of the room.
James tossed his bag onto the bed with a sigh, his eyes scanning the room before coming to rest on me.
I felt a flutter in my chest as our gazes met, a spark of tension that seemed to crackle in the air between us.
Sarah's knock on the door broke the spell, and James turned away, his shoulders sagging in relief as he called out, "Come in!"
The door creaked open, and Sarah bustled in, a stack of extra blankets in her arms and a curious glint in her eye.
"I thought you might need these," she said, her voice bright and cheerful. "It's a bit chilly tonight."
James took the blankets from her with a muttered thanks, his eyes avoiding mine as he began to unfold one and spread it over the bed.
I watched him, my heart still racing from that momentary connection, as Sarah lingered in the doorway, her eyes darting between us with an unspoken question.
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As I reached for James' hand, my heart skipped a beat, and I felt a rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. His eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't pull away, his gaze fixed on mine with an intensity that made my skin prickle.
"What is it, Emily?" he asked, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down my spine.
I swallowed hard, my mouth dry, as I searched for the right words. The rain drummed against the window, creating a sense of urgency, as if time was running out.
"I want you to tell me the truth," I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper. "About us. About what's been going on between us."
James' eyes flickered, and for a moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of fear. But then his mask slipped back into place, and he raised an eyebrow.
"What are you talking about?" he asked, his tone neutral, but his hand tightening around mine.
I felt a surge of frustration, but I pushed on, determined to break down the walls between us. "Don't play dumb, James. I know there's something. I can feel it."
The air was thick with tension as we sat there, our hands touching, our eyes locked in a silent battle of wills. The rain pounded against the window, creating a sense of claustrophobia, as if we were trapped in this moment forever.
Suddenly, James' phone rang, shrill and insistent, breaking the spell. He jerked his hand away, his eyes flashing with annoyance as he reached for the phone on the bedside table.
"I have to take this," he muttered, standing up and turning away from me.
I watched him, feeling a sense of disappointment wash over me. The moment was lost, and I was left with more questions than answers. But as I looked at James' tense back, I knew this wasn't over. Not by a long shot.
As James stepped out into the hallway, I heard Sarah's voice drift in from the doorway.
"Emily, are you okay?" she asked softly, her eyes full of concern.
I nodded, forcing a smile, but my voice betrayed me as I said, "Yeah, just... trying to figure things out with James."
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I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the rain streaking down the window, my mind still reeling from the unresolved tension with James. The sound of his footsteps fading into the distance only added to my frustration.
Sarah lingered, her curiosity palpable, as she hovered near the door. She offered a sympathetic smile and suggested we talk over coffee in the lobby. Reluctantly, I agreed, hoping to distract myself from the turmoil brewing inside me.
We settled into a quiet corner of the lobby, surrounded by the soft hum of conversation and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Sarah gently probed about our stay, her eyes sparkling with interest.
I hesitated, unsure how much to reveal, but something about Sarah's kind demeanor put me at ease. I confided in her about the complexities with James, trying to convey the tangled emotions without revealing too much.
Her eyes widened slightly, but she nodded understandingly, her expression a perfect blend of empathy and discretion.
Just then, James appeared at the lobby entrance, his expression unreadable as he approached us. My heart skipped a beat as our eyes met, and for a moment, I felt like I was drowning in the depths of his gaze.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked, his tone neutral, but his eyes seemed to hold a hidden message.
Sarah smiled and gestured to the empty chair beside me. "Not at all. Please do."
As James sat down, his leg brushed against mine, sending a shiver down my spine. I felt like we were teetering on the edge of something, but I had no idea what.
The air was thick with tension as we sat there, sipping our coffee in silence. The rain continued to drum against the windows, creating a sense of urgency, as if time was running out.
And then, without warning, James' eyes locked onto mine, and he said, "Let's get out of here."