One Hour 5

Allie Anderson and Sam Anderson were perfect kids on the outside. Allie kept up with her grades. She regularly achieved the honor roll in high school and was on her way to college with an academic scholarship. Allie was just like her mother, Miranda when it came to focusing on her studies. Sam was a star athlete and was expected to play football in college. His father, David, expected him to be in the NFL by the time he got out of college.

Behind closed doors, Allie and Sam couldn't stand each other. When they were younger there were very rare moments of bonding followed by the usual name-calling and shouting matches. That was normal when they were kids, siblings always get on each other's nerves but when they became teenagers with jobs and responsibilities, they didn't stop.

Today was the day that Miranda and David decided to make a change. To them, there was no reason that their nineteen-year-old daughter and eighteen-year-old son couldn't get along by now. It all started when Sam walked into the house and slammed the door. Miranda and David sat in the kitchen when Sam stormed in red as a tomato.

"Sam, what's wrong?" Miranda asked.

"It's Allie! That fucking bitch stole my car!" Sam shouted.

"Don't call your sister that." David said sternly.

"Listen," Miranda grabbed David's shoulder. "Sam, do you know where she is? Have you tried calling her?"

"I don't know! I've called her at least twelve times and no answer!" Sam explained.

"Just take a few deep breaths. She's probably just out with her friends." Miranda said.

"In my car! She can't just take a ride from them!?"

"Sam. Maybe you shouldn't have left your keys out." David said.

"I shouldn't have to hide my keys. It's my car. I bought it. If she wants to drive around then she can do it in your truck."

"Absolutely not." David snorted.

"Exactly."

"Look. It's almost eight at night. She'll be back soon. If she's not, she's grounded." Miranda said.

"Sure. Like she'll be fine with that." Sam scoffed and crossed his arms. Just then, the three of them heard Allie pulling into the garage. Allie walked into the house a drunken mess, the straps of her white tube top falling down her shoulders, her denim jean shorts hiked down her legs, giving a show of her asscrack, and her medium brown hair was a tangled mess that fell in front of her flushed face.

"Where have you been?" Miranda asked. Sam held his tongue to avoid a fistfight.

"I... I was... I was out. Y'know... out and about..." Allie warbled.

"In my car." Sam said, his voice full of venom.

"Yeah... well..."

"Well what?"

"The tire... pressure thingy... it's on... I might have... I might have ran over a few curbs... hit a few... a few speed bumps too fast..." Allie leaned against the wall to support herself.

"I'm going to bed. I had to walk home from work." Sam spat before pushing past his older sister to go upstairs.

"Allie, get some rest dear." Miranda said, ignoring David's eye roll.

"Okaay..." Allie gave a goofy smile before turning around dramatically and hobbling upstairs.

"She's going to vomit," Miranda said, her arms crossed and her brow furrowed.

"She's going to get herself killed. If the blatant drunk driving doesn't do it, Sam will." David said blankly.

"We need to look into that lady who gave us her card," Miranda got out of the chair and made her way to the coat rack that sat in the living room near the door.

"That spastic looking witch doctor we met in the grocery store? That'll definitely help."

"She's not a spastic," Miranda said after pulling out a laminated card from her purse.

"She's a behavioral psychologist." Miranda said.

"She looked like a spastic."

"Stop."

"I'm just saying. We tried the building blocks program crap that cost way too much money. They only tolerated each other for about a week and then they were back to the bullshit."

"That's why we need her." Miranda said, placing the card on the table. David picked it up and chuckled to himself.

"Yolanda Pherson? Really? That's a fake name."

"It's her real name. I was looking at her on Facebook, she specializes in hypnotherapy and building a real mental connection that may be lost in couples that experience burnout or, well in our case, constantly bickering siblings."

"How long does it last? I would like some peace and quiet for more than a week."

"If the reviews are true, it's a lifelong change. It opens the mind to see what the eyes cannot." Miranda said. David laughed again.

"Look, I know it sounds like quack bullshit, but I messaged her and she said the one hour session would be free for Sam and Allie. A good chunk of people only needed one session to see results. If there's a chance we have to go for it. If it doesn't work then it doesn't work." Miranda explained.

"Alright. Fine. When can you schedule an appointment?"

"The earliest is this Sunday." Miranda said, pulling out her phone.

"I'll take them there on Sunday. One hour. I'm not paying for a minute more."

"You don't have to," Miranda grabbed David's hand. "I think this will really work."

"I hope so."

*

Yolanda sat in her office, swirling around in her chair and squeezing her destressing marbles tight. She had an early morning session for the Anderson children, remembering Miranda's cries for help over Facebook. Yolanda knew she had to pull out all the stops, but she especially hoped the parents wouldn't be there. Yolanda had seen most adult siblings hold each other after a session, with maybe a few light pecks on the cheek and head pats.

Yolanda usually awakened hidden lust within siblings, but it was never something she put down on her paperwork. She was a professional, licensed woman with questionable ethics and a varied toolbelt. While it wasn't her goal to make siblings forget about their disdain toward each other and get them to fuck, it was exciting. It thrilled her to her bones. Followed by somewhat shameful masturbation when she went home.

As Yolanda read emails, she heard a knock at the door from her assistant.

"The Anderson's are here for their ten o'clock, Ms. Pherson."

"Thank you, Ellie. Tell them to come in." Yolanda smiled.

Ellie closed the door and a minute later, David stood at the door with an annoyed Allie and Sam standing in front of him.

"Hello," Yolanda stood up and looked the siblings up and down. Sam had the looks of your usual jock, standing about six feet tall with a blonde buzzcut and a strong jawline. Dark brown eyes, thick eyebrows, and a long nose that matched his sisters. Allie was certainly attractive, but nobody would've guessed she was related to Sam. Allie was short, standing five-foot-four inches tall with a noticeably wide chest and hips. Long brunette hair that fell down her pale face and bright blue eyes that forced you to look up from her tits.

"Hi there. My wife told me about you and the free hour. Do I have to sign anything?"

"No, Mr Anderson." Yolanda stood up and shook their hands. Sam and Allie couldn't help but take notice of Yolanda's... unique setup. The room was small and cozy with plain white walls, Yolanda's desk sat to the right of the room sitting in front of black shelves full of books about the human mind, relationships, and energy. There were many plants strewn about the place, their vines stretching across shelves and the one window in the middle of the room. They also took notice of the many crystal balls and broken LED lights that sat on her desk.

In the middle of the room sat two chairs. One near the window and a bigger deep red loveseat that sat against the wall to the left of the room. Yolanda's outfit and makeup brought more attention to herself while somehow also complementing the room. She wore a black turtleneck and all-white jeans. Her hair was jet black, wildly curly, and tied up with a blue and yellow headband. Her skin was ghostly pale and her lips and eyeshadow were the same color as her hair. The main thing about her was her no doubt expensive and showy necklace that clinked with every movement of her body and draped down her entire chest.

"This is my son, Sam, this is my daughter, Allison."

"Nice to meet you. Both of you."

The siblings mumbled the same thing, clearly wanting to be anywhere else.

"So... I'll be back in an hour. Gonna go run some errands. You two behave yourselves around her alright?"

"Yup," They both answered.

"Good." David exited the room, closing the door behind him and throwing up a silent prayer. While he didn't really think Yolanda would fix his kids, he hoped for something. Anything.

"Okay! We've made it to step one. Can you two sit in the chair against the wall over there?" Yolanda asked. Allie and Sam sat in the chair, as far apart as possible. Yolanda opened her drawer and pulled out a clipboard, a pen, and a small light pink crystal.

"Here is step two. Cutting through the fog." Yolanda placed the clipboard and pen on the chair before standing in the middle of the room, holding the crystal to the ceiling, and waving it around wildly. Allie and Sam looked at each other briefly with confused looks on their faces, trying not to laugh.

"I know what you two are thinking. This lady is nuts, but I'm telling you... the tension is thick. This helps." Yolanda said as she began to swing her body around and around.

"Ok," Allie responded, giggling slightly. Yolanda hid her smirk, noticing them loosening up at her ridiculous show. Of course, Yolanda knew this cutting-through-the-fog stuff was bullshit, it was simply meant to make the usually bored and uncooperative clients laugh and ease up. Yolanda kept it up until both Allie and Sam blushed hard and held their hands over their mouths.

"Okay! Now! Step three! The boring part. Question time." Yolanda dropped the crystal to the floor, in direct sight of Allie and Sam to give them something to look at.

"Now, I want you two to only look at the crystal when I asked you the questions. Okay? Do not look at me or each other." Yolanda said as she adjusted the dial on the watch in her pocket. She placed it against the arm of her chair and let it tick.

"Ok." They answered.

"First question. What would you say your relationship is like?"

"He's annoying. I put up with him because it's too expensive to leave." Allie said.

"She's always been in my hair. I always had to take her to places because she didn't have a car. Now she just takes mine."

"That was one time!" Allie's eyes briefly shot up to her brother.

"Eyes on the crystal please." Yolanda said while taking notes.

"Sorry," Allie did as she was told. Both siblings took notice of the constant ticking of the watch, but it was more annoying than relaxing. It was like a constant painless flick to the back of the head.

"It's alright. Next question, what was the last nice thing you two said to each other?"

"Um..." Sam thought hard.

"It was his birthday. I wished him a happy birthday." Allie said.

"You called me a dickhead though."

"You were being a dickhead at the time. You're always being a dickhead. That's my nickname for you."

"The last nice thing I said to her was... um... I have no idea." Sam admitted.

"That's fine. That's actually a good thing." Yolanda said.

"Why?" Allie asked.

"Because, we're going to reach way way back. Next question, how are your romantic pursuits and how has your... contempt for one another influenced those pursuits? Good or bad."

"Sam's a virgin."

"I am not!" Sam blushed.

"Yes you are."

Yolanda's eyes lit up.

"Anyway, my romantic pursuits are fine. He's never had one."

"Shut up."

"Sam, how does that make you feel?" Yolanda asked, swaying away from her next question.

"What? Being a virgin? I don't know. I'm expected to be into all this stuff, but the truth is I've never really... I've never really had a chance to put myself out there. Dad only wanted me to focus on football. No dating. So I did. Of course girls were interested in me, but I turned them away." Sam said with a sliver of pain in his voice that made Allie feel bad for teasing.

"How old are you?" Yolanda asked.

"Eighteen." Sam answered.

"You have plenty of time to find the right person. Don't beat yourself up over it. Are you passionate about football?"

"I am. I love playing it and I'm damn good at it." Sam answered, his voice returning to a confident tone.

"Good. Keep at it. Next question, you do not have to answer this one unless you want. Have either of you seen each other in... less than familial way?"

"Um," Sam blushed slightly, remembering how undeniably good Allie looked in a bathing suit. Allie's eyes widened, but she kept them locked onto the crystal.

"One time... I um... I needed a towel from the bathroom at our old house... He was in the shower. I didn't see anything... but... y'know..." Allie mumbled, fantasizing about the outline of his hard and well-built body from years of sports and weightlifting.

"Alright," Yolanda straightened herself out, noticing the siblings subconsciously moving closer to each other. "Next question, what is the best memory you two have of each other?"

"I remember there was this big game when I was about fourteen. It was our school's chance to make it to the semi-finals. We lost really badly and I came home crying and banged up. Allie, I'm not sure if she remembers this, but she came into my room and gave me a few band-aids." Max said a real genuine smile on his face. The ticking of the watch had turned into a comforting tune instead of an annoying peck.

"I remember that... yeah... um I... I remember we were riding bikes. It was me, him, mom, and dad. Me and Sam went off the trail and my wheels hit a root. I remember flying off my back and skinning the hell out of my knees. This was when Sam wanted to carry the first aid kid, you begged mom because you wanted to be a 'doctor man'. You ran over to me and slapped like fifty band-aids over my legs." Allie laughed, briefly breaking eye contact with the crystal to look at her smiling brother.

"Yeah, I remember that." Sam looked at his sister's smiling face. Yolanda allowed it. Sam and Allie really liked smiling at each other. It hadn't happened in years.

"Good. Very good. We are making wonderful progress. It feels nice doesn't it?" Yolanda asked, excitement building up in her core as she sensed the familial barrier slowly breaking down.

"It does." Both siblings answered, now staring into each other's eyes. The ticking of the watch filled their heads, sounding like the sweetest melody.

"What do you want to do now?" Yolanda asked, dropping the clipboard to her side and leaning forward.

"I..." Sam hesitated.

"I want to apologize..." Allie said.

"Why?" Yolanda asked.

"I haven't been a good... person. I'm... selfish." Allie's voice was low and full of newfound regret and shame.

"Sam?" Yolanda urged

"I don't know... I don't know what to say..." Sam admitted.

"Okay..." Yolanda sat back in her chair, slightly disappointed.

"Allie. What would you say? Oh." Yolanda stopped speaking when Allie leaned in to kiss her brother. Sam's eyes were wide for the first few seconds until he grabbed his sister's shoulders and strengthened the kiss. Both their hearts were beating at a rapid pace, but the kiss felt too good to stop. They moaned sweetly into each other's mouths, their soft lips clashing and writhing.

When they broke the kiss, they giggled in each other's faces.

"How... How did that feel?" Yolanda asked, her face red.

"Really good." Sam answered.

"Same... I've never... I don't know what's happening..." Allie said as Sam slowly removed his bomber jacket and black t-shirt, leaving him shirtless. Allie's breath caught in her throat at the sight of his strong, athletic body that she caught a brief glimpse of back in the old house. Allie removed her black and gray long-sleeve flannel, leaving her in a tight black tank top that hugged her tight. Sam's mouth watered at the tease of his older sister's cleavage.

"Can... Can we keep going?" Sam asked Yolanda, not taking his eyes off Allie's breasts.

"Yes. This is phenomenal progress..." Yolanda answered quickly.

Sam licked his lips before grabbing Allie's tits and squeezing them through the confines of her top and bra. The pressure of her brother's hands was good enough to make her moan, even through two layers. Allie grabbed Sam's wrists, guiding them over her mounds and increasing her pleasure tenfold. The siblings returned to their sweet kisses, their tongues and lips melding together. Allie's hands roamed around his crotch area until she noticed the seriously huge erection her brother made in his jeans.

Allie ran her hand over the bulge, causing her brother to moan into her mouth. Allie shuddered as she used both hands to fumble with the button and zipper of Sam's jeans. Sam groaned as his hips flexed in an attempt to push his rock-hard cock out of the uncomfortable confines of his jeans. Allie helped him by gripping the sides of his pants, breaking the kiss, and sliding them down to his knees.

"Woah..." Allie said wide-eyed at the sight of her brother's cock nearly tearing a hole in his boxers. Sam kicked his shoes and pants off his feet before sliding his underwear off his body, leaving him in just his socks. His cock stood tall and strong, throbbing wildly. Allie froze up for a second before simply wrapping her brother up in a hug.

"Are... are you ok?" Allie whispered in her brother's ear before gently kissing his cheek.

"Yes..." Sam answered, his voice a low whisper.

"I want... I want you to take my clothes off..." Allie said before breaking the hug and leaning back so her head was resting against the arm of the loveseat. Sam's heart banged in his chest as he rubbed his sister's inner thighs, teasing the soft skin as his fingers brushed over the bottom of her black athletic shorts.

"Mmmh..." Allie whimpered lightly. Sam used his strong, powerful hands to massage her tender skin, moving down to her flip-flops, pulling them off, and dropping them to the floor. As he moved back up towards the top of her shorts, Allie noticed his hands were trembling. Allie thought it was adorable. Sam had been the star quarterback for years, with serious pressure on him even during pre-season games and he had no nerves.

But pulling down his sister's shorts had him shaking like crazy. Allie smiled and reached out to guide her brother's hands between the waistband of her shorts. Sam took a deep breath and slid them down her thick thighs, admiring the pale and smooth skin until his eyes locked onto her damp, deep red panties.

"Kiss me..." Allie pleaded. Sam moved his body up, but Allie grabbed his face and giggled.

"Down there, silly."

"Sorry..." Sam said before dropping his body back down to his sister's crotch and pulling her panties down slowly. Her sex was soaked, her pubic hair matted and damp. Sam huffed hard at the sight of her beautiful pink glistening pussy, hypnotized by the smell of it. Sam pushed his face closer, her nose just inches away from her labia. Allie moaned at her brother's hot breath against her sensitive slit, desperately wanting to grab the back of his head and press his face forward. But she didn't. She let him admire her and take his time.

Sam eventually found the courage to run the tip of his tongue over her wet folds, his cock pulsing when Allie squealed in delight. Yolanda was burning up, desperate to rip her clothes off and finger herself furiously, but she couldn't break the lustful bond that was building up and coming to a ridiculously hot climax. Allie was dripping wet, her juices sticking lewdly to her little brother's tongue and bottom lip. Sam was still moving slowly, his eyes glued to Allie's.

"Yes... Put your tongue in..." Allie's voice was low and soothing, a perfect guide for her brother. Sam did as he was told, sticking his tongue all the way out and inside her folds with a bit more force than she expected. He worked his tongue quickly, darting it back and forth like it was his finger. Allie was close, biting her bottom lip and squeezing her breasts with both hands.