But all he could do was watch her tight ass disappear into the distance as she strutted away, heels clicking on the concrete. James spent the next several minutes ogling young beauties and reveling in the ogling he received as well. He took the time to practice his magic and exercise his lust by conjuring small gusts of wind designed to give him a better look up the skirts of leggy businesswomen and flight attendants. He also revisited his ability to forcibly arouse someone. A middle-aged man who had been staring jealous daggers at James suddenly had to try to hide an awkward boner. His wife, who couldn’t keep her eyes off James or his car, had to hold her husband’s arm for support, lest the spontaneous orgasm James inflicted on her bring her to her knees.
James was delighted to see the potent effects of his magic, as well as their minimal effect on him. Despite using his power for close to twenty minutes, it felt as if he’d barely scratched the surface of the vast reserves of energy he wielded. Eager to push his limits more, he returned to scanning the crowd for targets for his desire.
Just inside the door, James spotted a woman at baggage claim. She was facing away from him, leaning over the carousel and trying to pull in a large suitcase. “Perfect,” James thought, staring at the woman’s backside. She wore blue jeans, tucked into tall leather cowboy boots. The tight denim did wonders for her shapely, round ass, and James openly enjoyed the view as she continued to struggle with her bag. Despite the moderate distance between James and his target, it took little more than a thought to translate his lust into hers.
The woman immediately froze and braced herself against the metal edge of the carousel, letting her suitcase slip from her grip and carry on around the conveyer belt. A small wet spot appeared between her legs, rising sexual excitement captured her senses, and a small orgasm overtook her body. James watched with glee as this stranger suffered in silence against inexorable pleasure, stifling the shudders of her sudden climax. Moments passed and James finally released the woman from his lustful grip. She took a moment to collect herself, no doubt confused, before standing upright, brushing her shoulder-length red hair out of her face, and looking around to ensure no one had seen her compromised.
Her lips held a slight smile, unable to hide her elated response to overwhelming pleasure. Cute dimples beneath lightly-freckled cheeks framed a beautiful face. Her doe eyes were a familiar shade of brown, and when they swept across the crowd and met James’, they lit up with a different type of joy.
“Oh, fuck,” James whispered.
Ashley waved at her brother enthusiastically from baggage claim, smiling broadly. James forced a weak smile onto his lips and raised a single hand from where he sat. His sister turned back around to grab her bag as it made another pass, and James tried and failed to not look at her ass.
“Why did it have to be her?” he cursed himself as he stepped out of car and closed the door. “Of all the hot women at this airport, why did I have to pick on her?” James popped the hood and stood by as Ashley walked out of the terminal, wheeling her huge suitcase behind her and making a beeline for her brother.
“James!” she shouted gleefully as she released her bag and wrapped her arms around the young man, pulling him into a warm hug. Hard nipples rubbed against him; she wasn’t wearing a bra. Why wasn’t she wearing a bra? James pushed the thought from his mind and returned his sister’s embrace as platonically as possible.
“Hey, Ash,” he offered the woman as she placed a kiss on his cheek and separated from James, still beaming up at her little brother. The spot where she kissed him felt hot, and he reflexively touched it. “That’s new; learn that from the French?”
“Oui,” she answered happily, before looking around in a slightly confused manner, “Where’s your car, little bro?”
“You’re looking at it,” James replied, nodding his head to the Audi before them. He walked around Ashley, picked up her suitcase, and put it in the small trunk. A tight fit, but a fit all the same. He closed the hood.
“Holy shit,” said Ashley, “Actually holy shit. Did you get a new job or something?”
“Sure did,” James opened the passenger door for his sister and gestured for her to get in, which she did.
She whistled comically as she eyeballed the new ride, “Must have some serious benefits…”
James suppressed a smirk and climbed in the driver’s seat, “You could definitely say that. I’ll tell you all about it later.” James hadn’t actually thought of an explanation for his new car yet, and now he was hoping Ashley would just forget to ask about it again. “Anyway…” he said as he pulled away from the curb and onto the road leading away from the terminal, “What’s with the cowboy boots?”
Ashley frowned a bit, “What? You don’t like them? I never get to wear them in France; people look at me like some American tourist.”
“Well, you look good in them.” James said matter-of-factly while keeping his eyes forward.
His sister regarded him curiously; she was slightly taken aback by the compliment, and it had a strange effect on her. Warmth rushing to her cheeks for reasons unknown, and residual heat lingering between her legs, Ashley shook her head quickly in an attempt to get a hold of herself.
Looking across at her brother as he drove, Ash realized how hot he was. His strong, lightly stubbled jaw, his soft lips, his straight nose, his clear skin, and those warm, confident eyes. She supposed she had known he was attractive, but he seemed somehow different, though she was probably just imagining things. Still… why did he have to be her brother? Again, Ashley caught herself in her lustful thoughts and tried to shake them off.
Little did she know that James was fighting those same lustful thoughts at the moment. He tried to keep his eyes to himself and focus on the road as he made his way back toward the highway. But he snuck a side-long glance here and there at his sister’s beautiful face, at her ample cleavage exposed by the low cut of her sleeveless blouse, and at her long, comely legs confined in tight denim. He wanted to reach out and touch her, but he fought the impulse. “Come on, dude,” he thought to himself, “Get it together. That’s your fucking sister.” Fucking sister… The last two words echoed through his head.
Fighting off his lecherous thoughts, James was unaware that a small amount of his lustful aura was creeping out, affecting his sister and feeding her own sinful desires. The two sat in silence for a few minutes as James navigated back onto the highway, each preoccupied with their own conflicted feelings of longing for their sibling. Ash sat there, pulsing her thighs imperceptibly, giving the ever-so-slightest stimulation to her aching sex. She wondered what was wrong with her as she looked over at her brother again. There, she saw the undeniable outline of a hard dick in his pants.
Eyes wide and ears burning with embarrassment, Ashley turned her head back to stare out the window, the image seared into her brain. “Fuck,” she thought, “Was that his cock or a thermos?” The damp heat between her legs flared up again, and Ashley had to make tight fists to resist the urge to stick her hands in her lap – or worse, James’. Unaware of her brother’s ambient magical influence on her arousal, Ash was convinced she had lost her mind. In an attempt to forget her lascivious thoughts and her brother’s monster cock, she cleared her throat and attempted conversation again.