Shawano Lake

Shawano Lake

"He said he could guarantee I would make the squad." "That's a threat." "No." Jessica shook her head immediately. "He is helping me." "By making you fuck him?" Jessica flinched. "He says I'm very special." Amber leaned forward. "You're not the only one, are you?" Jessica didn't answer. "Help us expose him." "No! You just have it in for me for what I did to you. Why can't you just accept that Marcus finds me special! Don't ever contact me again." With that, Jessica stormed out. Amber and Nick left the coffee shop. Nick was quiet on the drive back to his apartment, turning Jessica's words over and over. Something was bothering him about it, like an itch he couldn't scratch. ***** They worked through the evening side by side, the budget records open on one screen and Wendell's copied files on the other. Mia and Brynn had not returned Nick's messages. No trace of Krane or the other men in Wendell's files. But the answer was there. Nick could feel it. Every time he thought he had it, the thread slipped away. Eventually Amber closed her laptop. It was quiet sound of someone reaching the end of a very long day. "I have to go back." Nick looked up. "I know." "My advisor sent three emails today. The defense date is locked." She rubbed at her eyes. "I've already pushed everything as far as I can." Nick looked at her through tired eyes. He knew she was right, even though he couldn't admit it. "I came here to help you find a thread," she said. "We found one. Now you have to finish it." "It won't be the same without you." They moved at the same time, directly into each other's arms. Amber's lips brushed along Nick's cheek. Then they kissed. Lightly at first, in an unsure way. Slowly, their mouths melted into each other. Gently, Amber's hands explored Nick's back, pulling him closer to her. Nick's fingers went through his sister's brown hair, starting at her temple and finishing at her neck. Nick fell backwards on the couch, pulling Amber on top of him. They continued their kiss, their tongues dancing. Nick's hands found her ass. He slipped his hand under the waistband of her leggings, feeling her soft panties. Feeling no resistance from Amber, he went farther and started to run his fingertips on her bare ass. The poking Amber felt was familiar. She had felt it two years ago in the lake, and recently in the closet. It was never an uncomfortable feeling, but the timing and circumstances were never right. This time it felt perfect. As Nick's hands traced over her ass, she wiggled her hips so she could feel his bulge against her. Amber's leggings were pushed down past her ass, leaving it bare. Now Nick's hands were working up her back under her shirt. He savored the feeling of her soft, bare skin. He unhooked her bra, and ran his palms up and down her back, and sent shivers when his fingertips went over her spine. She wanted bare skin. Nick had his hands all over her, and she wanted to feel the same. Breaking the kiss and sitting up, she pushed Nick's shirt up. She felt his stomach and chest, feeling his breathing and his heart racing. With his erection beneath her, she bucked her hips as Nick grabbed her thighs. "Do you want this?" Amber asked as she continued grinding? "Yes." "What do you want to do to me?" "I want to fuck you." Amber fell to the side of the couch and undid Nick's jeans. She peeled them down, reveling his rock-hard member. She captured it in her mouth, moving her head up and down as she cupped his balls. Tasting his pre-cum, she knew that he was as turned on as she was. Nick had taken off his shirt. Laying naked, he looked at his sister sucking his cock. "I want to fuck you," Nick repeated. Amber slid his shaft out of her mouth, letting her tongue linger for a moment. Taking off her shirt, her bra fell off. Turning around, she pulled off her leggings and her underwear, letting Nick see her round ass. She waited for a beat. "I love you, Amber. I always have." She turned and let Nick take in the sight of her body. Her full tits and ass, her bush were on display. Putting a leg over Nick, she grabbed his cock and guided it inside her. Nick was amazed at how warm and wet she was. She was his dream girl, his one true love. He took her hips gently in his hands and started to rock. Amber responded in kind, absolutely loving the feel of his hardness inside of her. Their pace was building. They weren't racing to the end, but every thrust felt better than the last. Amber had her hands on Nick's shoulders. Nick was feeling her tits, holding them, teasing her nipples. Soo, he felt the pressure rising. He wanted to keep fucking his sister, but he also wanted to explode. "Amber, I'm going to," was all he needed to say. "Inside, cum inside me." Nature finally won out. Nick flooded her pussy. Every thought he ever had about Amber flashed through his mind, and she put every nerve ending of his on pleasure overload. Amber felt the deluge gush into her. Nick's hot cum sent her into an orgasm of her own. Her body tensing up as it radiated through her. The frenzied intoxication was paralyzing. All she could feel was bliss, hot cum, and Nick's hard cock inside her. She collapsed on top of him, and they kissed softly. "I love you, too, Nick." They fucked once more that night, in Nick's bed. And again in the morning, before Amber had to leave. He carried her bag down to the car. "Whatever Wendell is up to, you'll find it," she said. "I hope so." "You will." "I'm going to miss you." "I'll miss you too." "Call me when you get home." "I will." They hugged and shared a deep kiss. "I love you," they said in unison. Nick watched her pull away from the curb. He stood there until the taillights disappeared around the corner. Then he went back upstairs to an apartment that suddenly felt very empty. One week after Amber left, Nick had not gotten anywhere with the story. No confession from Jessica. No connection between Krane and Wendell. He got a message. Oliver Grant wanted to meet with him. Nick walked through the newsroom to Grant's office. He walked in and saw Diane Marten, his faculty advisor. "I need to take you off the Wendell story," Oliver said, getting right to it. "I just need more time," Nick interrupted. "I'm not finished. I am taking you off the story, and suspending you from the paper for the rest of the semester." Nick sat with his jaw dropped. He couldn't formulate a word before Diane spoke. "You are also under academic review, Nick." "I have a 4.0!" "There are anomalies in your academic record that need to be examined. We are going to look at your past work and your test scores, and re-assess your grades." "They got to you," Nick said, pointing at Oliver. "This is supposed to be journalism, and finding the truth. And they got to you. I am under academic review for properly using my education in journalism. I don't believe you two." "There is one more thing, Nick. We have been told you have been trespassing and invading the privacy and harassing a student. This is serious, Nick." Jessica had outed him. He knew he had to retreat, as it was his word against hers. He needed evidence. "Unbelievable," Nick said, leaving the office, slamming the door behind him. Amber was in her pajamas doing the final preparation for her thesis defense. She got the texts from Nick, and that he was on his way. Her studio apartment was barely big enough for her, let alone guests. Her mind wandered to how they would sleep on the futon together. Nick buzzed on the intercom and she let him in. Immediately, they fell into each other's arms and kissed. It was a loving kiss, but lacking passion. "Tell me what's wrong," she said. Nick filled her in on the meeting with Grant and Marten. "I just needed to get away. I needed to be with you." They talked more about the story, and Nick pulled out his laptop from his messenger bag. He brought up all the files, and they were reading them to each other. Partly to hear the facts, partly to hear each other's voices. Amber was reading the names off the ledger. Hearing her say it out loud brought back the itch. "Very Special Northland, $110000" "Wait, say that again." "What? Very Special Northland?" "Holy shit, that's it." "That's what?" "Jessica. Wendell told her that she is very special." Nick looked at the ledger. "If Very Special Northland is a charity, then would they be paying into the department?" Amber's fingers were already flying on her keyboard. It took her fifteen minutes to find it. Very Special Northland was a shell company disguised as a charity. Its CEO was Thomas Krane. The other men at Sibari were on its board of directors. "We fucking got 'em, Amber!" They had done it together. They kissed in celebration, a euphoric, frenzied kiss. Immediately, they were searching for bare skin, frantically. Nick had his hands in his sister's pajama bottoms. He nudged her so she would lean back. They flew off her legs as well as her underwear, leaving her in just fuzzy socks and a t-shirt. Nick slid his middle finger along her wet slit. He brought the finger to his nose and smelled it. Then, he licked it. He needed more. Nick put his head between her thighs and kissed her pussy. His tongue explored her, tasting her. Amber put her legs on his shoulders and moaned. Nick's mouth was over her pussy, and his tongue felt her clit. "Oh, fuck, Nick," she said as the electric jolt from his mouth found it. Amber had never been treated to this before, and it was from her own brother. He licked her clit. He sucked it. He nibbled on it. Her hands were in his hair, but she could barely feel that. It seemed every neuron was working for her clit. She couldn't hold back anymore. Her circuits were fried due to the intense pleasure she was feeling. She needed release. Nick slapped her ass and lowly but firmly said, "Cum for me, babe." Then sucked her clit, hard and fast. Amber froze as the surge of her orgasm tore through her body. Waves of pleasure flooded through her, like a bolt of lightning. Her muscles tightened and her breath shortened, and the, she felt the most relaxed she had ever been. She beckoned Nick up to her and they kissed. ***** Three weeks later, Nick walked onto the dock at Shawano Lake. "Hello, Dr. Narveson," he said. "Oh, don't call me that. It's not official yet," she said, standing up to give her brother a tight embrace. They kissed, passionately before sitting on the dock with their feet dangling in the water. "Wendell's indictment is in three months. Mia and Brynn came forward after the story came out. Eleven other women all said that they were coerced by Wendell to go to Sibari or lose their athletic scholarships." "What about Krane and the others?" "Charges of coercion, fraud, tax evasion. It will be interesting to see who cuts a deal to sell the others out." "So, what's next for you?" "I'm persona non grata in Wisconsin. People would rather not know about sexual abuse if it means a winning football team." "I am sure there is corruption in Silicon Valley for you. And you'll have a place to stay." Amber stood first, the dock shifting beneath her. She looked down at him with an expression he recognized instantly. Two years ago, on this same dock, she'd looked at him the same way. Back when both of them had been too scared to see where it might lead. "I keep thinking about how afraid I was to come back here," she said. "Like it was the lake's fault." She held out her hand. "But I'm done treating this place like the scene of something we did wrong. We didn't do anything wrong, Nick. We were scared." She paused. "I'm not scared anymore." This time there was no dare. No excuse or agreement waiting for morning to undo it. Just the two of them choosing. They slowly undressed. Alternating looks between each other's eyes and naked bodies. They embraced, feeling each other's warm skin in contrast to the cool northwood air. Then they jumped in.