It was just as awkward lifting Winter out of the bath as it had been helping her into it. Only now, she was completely naked, and of course, my gaze went directly to her breasts. In the moment before I managed to look away, I found myself trying to memorize the image of her small tits, which were shaped like delicate teardrops. Her nipples, also small, were a very subtle pink. 

I'd taken off my dress shirt and tie, then draped a large, fluffy towel over my shoulders and torso so it covered my undershirt. Winter didn't seem at all shy while raising her arms and reaching for me. Instead, she offered a smile that I figured was meant to put me at ease. Leaning forward, I again hooked my arms under hers. My stepsister held me tight as I lifted her upward. 

Her hiss of pain prompted me to say, "Don't try to put weight on that left foot; I've got you." I ended up scooping her off her feet so I could carry her to the extra bedroom down the hall. 

Wiping damp strands of hair from her face, Winter insisted, "I can hobble at this point. You don't need to carry me, Ben."

"You're light as a feather," I replied, with little exaggeration. I'd noticed her nearly gaunt frame before, but now that she was naked in my arms, her thinness was even more evident. "You need to put on some weight."

Once I had her perched on the edge of the bed, I hurried to grab another towel, along with one of my T-shirts. "Finish drying off, and change into this." I handed her the shirt, which she immediately lifted to her face. Unable to hide my amusement, I added, "That shirt's clean, I promise."

Winter looked up at me with a grin. "I know that, dummy. But I hoped it would still have a trace of your scent. I've missed it."

Her revelation, so surprising and intimate, made me fall silent. During the long months of our estrangement, I'd convinced myself that Winter hadn't missed a thing about me. "I'm going to get some ice for your ankle, and some ibuprofen. You'll need to eat something, too. How about a peanut butter and jelly sandwich? You always loved those."

"Sounds good. Thank you." 

As she started toweling off, I couldn't help but linger in the doorway for a few seconds. To my immense relief, my erection had subsided, and I was able to furtively study Winter without getting aroused. 

In the kitchen, I prepared a tray for her. It held the sandwich I'd promised, along with a glass of ice water with lemon. Before heading back to the spare room, I added some potato chips and a chocolate chip cookie to the meal. I'd meant what I said about her needing to gain some weight.

I found her settled on the bed, her bare legs sporting goosebumps. She'd wrapped the towel around her wet hair, and beneath my T-shirt, her hard nipples were visible. Upon seeing the tray, she clapped her hands in delight. "My favorite meal!"

"Some things never change." After placing the tray on her lap, I handed her the ibuprofen. "Take this once you're finished eating." 

Winter must have been famished, for she didn't hesitate to wolf down the sandwich. While she ate, I placed two pillows beneath her injured ankle to elevate it. I noticed her wince when I gingerly set an icepack on her ankle in hopes that it would reduce the swelling. "Sorry," I murmured. "I know it hurts." My gaze traveled along the length of her legs. "I'll get an extra blanket from my room so you won't be cold. And your clothes should be ready for the dryer by now."

I hurried from the room as if I was being chased. Though I was beyond happy that Winter and I had made amends, I still didn't trust my body's physical responses while I was in her presence. In time, I assured myself, we'd feel more like family and no longer like strangers. Then I wouldn't have to worry about getting a hard-on if I happened to glimpse her half-dressed. And I wouldn't dare think about those enticing pussy lips of hers.

A hot jolt of lust coursed through me when I withdrew Winter's panties from the washing machine. "Good as new," I said to myself, taking a moment to inspect the fabric. My fingertips grazed the crotch of my stepsister's underwear, as if by accident. But I knew better. 

My dick did, too; it started stiffening in my pants, ready for more taboo action. 

Before I could get carried away, I threw all the clothes in the dryer and fled the scene of my previous transgression. By the time I returned to the spare room, with a folded blanket held strategically in front of my groin, Winter had finished eating. Approaching the bed, I had to resist the urge to extend a hand and stroke her face. 

"How are you feeling?" I asked gently.

She gave me one of those affectionate smiles I'd always loved. "Much better. By tomorrow, I'll be able to get around on my own."

"We'll see."

I carried her back to the bathroom so she could relieve herself. While she sat on the toilet, I kept busy draining the tub and rinsing it clean. Once Winter was finished, I propped her against the counter, where she quickly washed her hands. 

On the way back to the spare room, she ran her fingers through my hair, just above the nape of my neck. "Do you have to go back to work?" Her voice was soft, almost pleading.

I tried not to moan with pleasure at her touch. "Nope. I let everyone know I'd most likely be out for the rest of the day."

"I'm sorry," she said, now more than willing to issue the apology I'd longed to hear earlier. 

"Hey, no more of that." As I smiled down at her, I saw the blatant relief in her eyes. My anger had clearly bothered her much more than she'd let on. 

I pulled back the covers with one hand, then gently placed Winter on the bed. As she lay back against the pillow, I again noticed how tired she looked. It didn't take me long to get her settled. Since her left leg was exposed so she could easily elevate her ankle, I draped the extra blanket over it. 

"You missed your calling as a nurse," she said. 

That made me laugh. "Well, if this politics thing doesn't work out, I can always start over." Reaching for the tray I'd set on a nearby table, I added, "You should get some rest."

"Do you have to go?" Winter asked in that same pleading voice. "Why don't you lie down with me for a bit?"

With my back to her, I tried not to tense. All the while, my mind raced in search of a suitable response. I thought of telling Winter it wasn't appropriate for us to share a bed, but I feared that would make her sullen and resentful. The last thing I wanted was for her to interpret my words as a rejection. And I certainly couldn't reveal my fear of getting an erection as a result of her nearness. 

"You'll sleep better having the bed all to yourself," I finally replied, still not facing her.

"No, I won't," she said. "Come on, Ben. Just for a few minutes."

I wasn't willing to let this devolve into an argument, not when we'd come such a long way in the span of a single afternoon. So I turned toward my stepsister, hoping my smile didn't look as unsteady as I felt. "Just until you fall asleep."

Winter beamed up at me. "I'll close my eyes while you take off your pants. I swear I won't look!"

I hadn't planned to take off my pants; I needed all the cover I could get. But she made a show of closing her eyes and even placing a hand over her lowered lids. Releasing an exasperated sigh, I removed not only my pants but my undershirt as well. It was still a bit damp from when I'd lifted Winter out of the tub earlier. Finally, I took off my socks and stood only in my boxers. At least my dick was flaccid.

It was only when I climbed into bed that I realized I was tired, too. I'd been putting in long hours at the office, followed by long evenings of preparing to launch a campaign later in the year. Now, as I lay just inches from Winter, I let out a quiet moan. Slowly, deliciously, the tension seeped from my muscles. In the quiet of that room, I allowed myself to fully relax, for Winter was safe, and she was here with me. 

"I know I'm the reason for the rift between us," she said, her voice just above a whisper.

I considered pretending I hadn't heard her, then realized she wouldn't let me off the hook that easily. Finally, I resorted to playing dumb. "What are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" she shot back. "It was eight months ago, and I was at your apartment for the night because Trish and her boyfriend were fucking like rabbits at my place. You and I were sharing a bottle of wine, remember?"

I did remember. "Yeah, but..."

"And I blurted out that I wished you weren't my stepbrother so we could be together. After that, you totally changed." 

There was no mistaking the tears coating her words. Still, I kept my gaze fixed on the ceiling; I was afraid to so much as glance at her. "I'm sorry if I grew more distant," I said gently. "I just didn't know how to... respond to your feelings for me. I mean, while your mom is married to my dad, neither of us can act on any desires we might have." Wiping a hand over my face, I prayed I wasn't making the situation worse. "Hell, even if they were to divorce, I still don't think that something between you and me would be permitted."

"I know." Winter's voice now sounded pathetically small. "But I can't help the way I feel."

I closed my eyes for a moment in an effort to conceal my own emotions. None of the words lingering on my tongue felt right, so I simply reached beneath the covers and grasped her hand. 

She drifted off first, leaving me to listen to her soft, even breathing. I tried to distract myself with making mental lists, not only of what I still needed to take care of at work, but also of what Winter and I would be required to do in order to handle her legal situation. Tomorrow, she would meet with her lawyer, and then...

My thoughts drifted into a fuzzy incoherence, yet I couldn't force myself to leave the bed. The fading afternoon light streamed through the window, falling upon my closed eyelids. I turned on my side, facing Winter. All it took was me nestling into the pillow beneath my head, and I was completely out. 

At some point, Winter changed position as well. When I woke, semidarkness had spread its shadows throughout the room. Still, I could see the white T-shirt my stepsister wore. I could also see, and feel, my arm circling her waist. Instantly, I was fully alert, all too aware of how close her body was to mine.

I heard the sound of her steady breathing. A wave of relief swelled within me at the realization that she was asleep; I could ease away from her and out of the bed without her knowing. Gingerly, I lifted my arm and tried to roll toward the bed's edge, but before I managed to put some distance between us, Winter scooted toward me. Within seconds, her ass was pressed firmly against my groin.

Despite my best efforts, my mind dwelled on the fact that just my boxers served as a barrier separating our skin. She needed only to wriggle a bit to make my cock stiffen. 

To hell with not waking her, I told myself. I needed to leave this room. Now.

When I tried, Winter let out a whine of protest. "Stay."

"I can't." Though my voice held a warning, she chose not to heed it. Keeping her back to me, she continued working her ass against my rapidly hardening dick. I knew she couldn't be utterly oblivious to my erection.

"Just a little longer." Her own voice was like a persuasive purr. "I love being with you like this, Ben."

My shame increased with the strength of my hard-on. "Winter, I'm... I need to..." I sputtered helplessly.

"Shh, I know. It's okay." 

I was reminded of earlier, when she'd sensed my unease in the bathroom and used a gentle touch to reassure me she was fine with my body's reaction to her.

"We shouldn't. It's not right." As I spoke, my resistance eroded, for I only wanted her to keep rubbing against me. Since I'd jerked off with her panties hours ago, I'd been fighting my arousal. Now, I was tired of fighting.

Winter shushed me again, and this time I lay still, trying to muffle my moan of lust. In the growing darkness, I saw her lift her T-shirt. I caught a glimpse of her buttocks as she homed in on my dick. Soon, she was sliding along my length, spreading her cheeks wider in the process until my cock was nestled a little between them.

Yet my boxers remained a frustrating hindrance. Even when I began thrusting against Winter, desperate to satisfy my desire, it wasn't enough. My stepsister lay before me, seemingly poised and ready for my next move. 

Breathing faster, I reached beneath the covers and freed my dick from my boxers. The moment I pressed my erection against her, she let out a needy whimper. I stayed completely motionless, praying for the strength to stop this.

Then she started rocking her hips again, driving me wild with that wanton rhythm. Already, I was leaking precum. Even as I told myself I needed to be the responsible one, I took hold of my dick and gently tapped it against the curve of Winter's ass.

That prompted her to lift her right leg and drape it over mine. Now, as we both lay on our sides, lining ourselves up perfectly for spooning, her thighs were parted. Once more, I felt the tantalizing heat of her pussy. 

At a painstakingly slow pace, I slid my cockhead along her inner folds, gathering her juices. I felt a quiver go through her as I continued teasing that hot, wet pussy with my tip. Part of me longed to see her expression more clearly, but another part of me, filled with shame, was glad for the darkness. 

I positioned my cockhead at Winter's entrance. Though she tried to remain still, I easily discerned her trembling. "This is wrong," I choked out in a final effort to bring what we'd started to a halt.

Turning her upper body toward me, Winter seized my hair in a firm grip. I made a sound of surprise when she guided my mouth to hers. That first illicit kiss, defined by sheer need, urged my hips forward. With my lips still on Winter's, I gave a fervent thrust and drove my cock inside her. 

She broke the kiss to cry out, "Yes!" 

I groaned at the feel of her muscles tightening all around me. Fuck, she was perfect! I couldn't stop this; I no longer even wanted to. Now that we'd crossed such a forbidden line, I wouldn't deprive myself of what she so readily offered.

Our bodies met with resounding claps as I claimed my stepsister's pussy. Thank God I'd already come once that day. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to last. My fingers busied themselves with pleasuring her left nipple, and her clit. I loved squeezing her firm tit while massaging that swollen pearl.

To my relief, Winter wasn't a screamer. Instead, she made these sexy, deepthroated noises when I bottomed out inside her. Before long, her hips matched the rhythm of my fucking. I welcomed the way she clung to me, as if I was the only one who could save her.

Her first orgasm caught me off guard, and my jaw slackened from the intensity of those contractions milking my cock. She was still shuddering when I started rubbing her clit at a merciless speed. 

"Fuck!" Winter squealed, her entire body growing taut. "Please, Ben, oh God, I can't!"

"You can," I quietly insisted. And she proved me right with another climax, fast on the heels of her first. Finally, I granted her tender clit a reprieve and resumed my fierce fucking.

"Yes, yes, take my pussy!" she growled. "I know seeing me naked got you good and hard!"

I gave Winter's neck a nip, trying to quiet her filthy talk, but she only laughed. "I love being able to turn you on," she revealed. "I love knowing you want me as much as I want you." She lifted her head, seeking out my mouth for another kiss. "And I love feeling your hard cock deep inside me."

Her tongue grazed mine, and I gave in to the urge to jackhammer her pussy. The force of my thrusts made her release a cry, which was muffled by my mouth. Breaking the kiss, she begged, "Give it to me hard! Show me you own my cunt!"

I couldn't believe the words she was uttering! So easily, she worked me into a frenzied state until I was desperate to come.

It took every ounce of will for me to last, but I managed to drive her to orgasm yet again. Her body underwent a fresh wave of spasms, and I felt each one around my dick. "I'm almost there!" I rasped out. My hips never slowed.

Panting and flushed, she cried out, "I need your cum in my pussy!"

I knew it was wrong, what she was asking, and what I ached to...