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This is another repost of a story that I wrote a while ago. I have a thing for bad weather, it makes me feel more alive, more exhilarated. I hope you enjoy the story and leave a comment and vote. Thanks muchly, Danielle.
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The storm hit with a ferociousness none had expected, the wind whipping trees and tearing off loose shingles on the houses around them. Teri stood outside, one hand holding down her flying skirt, the other shading her eyes from the slashing rain.
The noise was deafening, hurting the eighteen year old girl’s ears even as she strained to hear over it. She was listening for the sound of a car engine, her mother’s, who had gone into town shopping earlier, before the storm had started.
The rain had already soaked her to the skin, making the lightweight tee shirt seem like part of her body as it clung to her every curve. Her hair was drenched, hanging in wet strands around her face, emphasizing the worried frown that marred her beautiful face. Her eyes were cloudy, the normal spark missing from her huge hazel gaze. Visibility was very low, she could barely see past the porch railing and she took two steps further into the yard, her worry over her mother making her fearless of the storm that threatened their small town.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”
He grabbed her around the waist, dragging her back towards the house. Rich, her older brother and most avid tormentor, was much taller than Teri, and stronger, ignoring her struggles. “Do you want to get killed?” he shouted over the storm.
“Mom’s out there.” Teri yelled back, her fingers pulling at the arms wrapped around her slim waist. She wriggled against him, their wet clothing sticking to each other as he carried her back up the porch and in through the front door of the house.
Even inside, the sound of the storm was fierce, rain pounding down on the roof, beating loudly against the skylights in the kitchen. The wind howled and roared like a living beast, trying to battle its way through to them.
He let her go just inside the front door, spinning her around to face him. “Do you think she’d want you outside in this waiting for her? Where’s your head, Teri?”
Even as mad as he was, as worried as he also was for their mother, he couldn’t stop his eyes from traveling the long line of her body. Her clothes stuck to her like a second skin, the lace of her bra showing clearly through the almost transparent tee shirt. He could see her rounded breasts and her nipples, hardened by the cold, thrusting against her shirt. He felt his body stir in appreciation and his mind spouted in disgust at himself. She was his sister, for cripes sake, he shouldn’t be noticing these things about her.
“Well, I can’t just stand here. She could be in a ditch somewhere, or in a tree.” Teri waved her arms around in her frustration, the movement making her breasts jiggle against her wet clothing. Her skirt raised, the hem sticking to her slim thighs as she stormed through the room. “And you want me to just sit here and do what? Watch TV like you were?” She picked up the remote and threw it at him, hitting him solidly in the chest with it.
His eyes narrowed as he stared at her, the remote bouncing harmlessly off the firm muscles of his chest. He stalked toward her with vengeance in his thoughts. He grabbed her, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder, dumping her on the couch. She sat, splayed, her skirt above her hips, her legs open for just a second, giving him a glimpse of long tan thighs and smooth skin above a tiny pair of panties.
He turned his head quickly while she tried to straighten her skirt, glancing back over his shoulder, straining to catch another look, before catching himself. “She’s your sister, man. She’s your sister,” he muttered crossly to himself.
Teri straightened her skirt, her breath caught at the way Rich had been looking at her before he turned his head. She’d seen his eyes, he’d been staring at her crotch. And he’d liked what he’d seen. She’d had enough boyfriends to know. She should be disgusted by the way he’d been staring at her, or at least yell at him for it, but she couldn’t. Her mind was on how his arm had felt around her waist, how his hands had felt against her skin. She’d never thought of Rich this way. Maybe it was the storm, some weird elemental thing. She stared at her handsome brother, admiring his lean body while his head was turned.
“Ahh, Teri, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” His hand waved in the air toward her.
“It’s fine, Rich. Just admit you’re the worst brother a girl could have and I am the queen and ruler of this house and I won’t tell mom you’re bouncing me on the furniture again.”
She laughed as he growled and started after her, grabbing her around the waist. Her body fell against his, her breasts sliding across his shirt. Her nipples that had been hard, grew more so and she shivered in reaction. They stood that way for a long moment and then he yanked his hands canlı bahis off of her as if she were fire and backed away staring down at her, his breath coming faster.
“Teri…” He forgot whatever he’d been about to say as his head cocked to the side, his ears straining to catch what he thought he had heard.
“I’m sorry, Ri…”
He cut her off with a quick shush, still listening. “Oh shit. Come on!” he yelled, grabbing her hand and dragging her towards the door that led to the unfinished basement.
Teri could hear it now too, the long slow rising of the town’s fire siren, it’s lengthy shriek. “Tornado?” she gasped, flying down the stairs at her brother’s heels.
Rich yanked a couple of blankets off a box of junk and pulled Teri into the small storm shelter his father had built after the last major series of storms. The walls were stone set into cement, one small window that was reinforced set up high against the ceiling. There was a mattress set on the floor, a radio and flashlight in a corner as well as a box of bottled water and some food.
He turned, letting go of Teri’s wrist and shut the door tightly, throwing the blankets on the mattress behind him. Then he picked up the radio and turned it on, shuffling through the stations until he found one that was local.
“A tornado warning is in effect for Lenawee County until seven pm. A tornado has been reported ten miles SE of Clinton and is heading to the NW at approximately thirty-five miles per hour. Residents in the immediate vicinity of this storm should seek shelter right away. To repeat….”
“Oh, God. Rich, I’m scared.” Teri sank down on the mattress gathering one of the blankets against her as she started shaking. The basement room was colder than the rest of the house and her skin prickled with goose flesh.
“We’ll be okay, sis.” He walked over and took the blanket, wrapping it around her, then sank down next to her. When she cuddled close, he put his arm around her, holding her against him. They sat that way for a few moments, listening to the howling wind, the rain hitting the tiny window above their heads. Then they heard the sudden crashing sound of glass breaking and something thudding heavily right above them just seconds before the lights blinked out, leaving them in the stuttered darkness of the storm.
Teri screamed, grabbing Rich’s arm. He grabbed the other blanket and pulled her to the corner of the mattress that was tucked into the far corner of the room. He worried now about the glass in the window above them, whipping the blanket out to wrap over the two of them to give them protection from flying shards, just in case. Huddled together, his arms holding her, their faces close under the blanket, they listened to the terror that danced and played just above them.
Rich could feel her breasts pressed against his chest, her tight little nipples burrowing into him and hated himself for the reaction it caused in him. He felt himself get hard, his cock pressing against the zipper of his jeans, and knew she could feel it too. Her breath touched his lips as she looked up at him, he could almost see her face through the flashing of the lightning that shone dimly through the material of the blanket. Her eyes were wide and he saw her small tongue dart out and lick her lips.
With a groan that was more felt then heard, he gave in to what he wanted. His lips found hers, covering the startled gasp she gave. Her mouth was full and sweet, opening under his with a quiet moan. His tongue dipped inside, tasting her as the scent of her filled his senses under the protective cover of their blanket.
Teri couldn’t believe he was kissing her, but she wouldn’t make him stop. Her mind whirled as his mouth demanded dark things of her. She knew she should fight him, should be shocked or even disgusted by this, but he was making her so wild with just his lips. She wanted more. Her arms rose and locked around Rich’s neck, pulling him closer as she let more of her weight rest against his lean body.
The storm outside was quickly forgotten as heat filled both of them. Teri let her fingers slip through his wet hair, her nails lightly scratching against his skin. She trailed them down, around his ears, as her tongue fought with his. Down around his neck they slipped, finally reaching the first button at the throat of his shirt. She flicked it open, her nails teasing his skin, going to the next and then the next until his shirt lay open around him. Her mouth left his, finding his neck, to nip and nibble as she tormented her tormentor.
He growled her name and it was lost in the roaring cacophony of sound in the world gone mad that existed outside of their blanket. Inside, a storm of another kind was brewing, one more intense and potent then the tornado they dreaded.
Teri slipped lower, her teeth grazing the seam where his shoulder met his neck, tasting his flesh with her tongue. She laved open mouthed kissed down his chest, stopping to play and tease his flat bahis siteleri nipples until they became hard. Her hands moved before her, feeling Rich’s hard stomach, the muscles clenching as she slipped one hand just under the waist band of his jeans. Her tongue dipped into the small hollow of his belly button and then she tried to bite him, nipping at the flesh at his waist, but it was too firm, allowing her no purchase. He felt her mouth on the button of his jeans, pulling them open.
Looking down, he could see the dim outline of her as she pulled on the zipper that housed his unruly erection, the sound of the metal teeth coming undone silent in the storm. Her hand slipped into the opening, tracing the line of his hard cock, sliding slowly over the swollen head that jerked against her palm. Her nose nuzzled against the fabric of his boxers and he felt her breasts against his legs.
Rich’s hands tried to find leverage on the smooth material of the mattress as his little sister softly stroked the long length of his hard cock with her lips. the only thing between him and the depths of her wet, hot mouth was the rapidly dampening cloth of his boxers. She was slowly driving him mad with her teasing.
She moved suddenly, pushing his jeans and his boxers down and off his legs, freeing him to bob brazenly in the space just in front of her face. A flash of lightning illuminated the room and for one moment, he could see the way she stared at his hard shaft, the pleasure she was getting from touching him and stroking him obvious in her eyes. His cock jerked at the expression on her face, tiny drops of precum slipping out to coat the small hand that she now had around him.
Her hand moved over him, slowly jacking his cock as he moaned his pleasure to the wildness of the winds. Her mouth moved over him and he felt the tip of her tongue dance around the sensitive skin of his head then the heat of her mouth as she engulfed him. She took him deep, her hand stroking to meet her lips. Rich’s hips moved, thrusting up into her, his hands digging into the thick wet locks of her hair.
She could taste him in her mouth, his excitement and eagerness leaving a salty tang that was arousing. The feel of him, pushing in between her lips, his hands guiding her head as he pleasured himself with her was deliciously thrilling. Her hand slipped down to her thighs, pulling at the wet skirt that clung damply to her skin, raising it to push her hand between her legs.
Her panties were soaked, wetter than they should have been from her trip outside in the storm. Her fingers slipped inside, sliding over the smooth hairless flesh and pushing in between her puffy lips. She was drenched, the forbidden acts they were committing turning her on more than any boyfriend ever had. Her fingers flicked across the hard pearl of her clit, making her shake as pleasure ground through her. She moaned around the hard shaft in her mouth, pushing her hips against her own fingers as that pleasure grew.
Rich felt her hips twitching and knew what she was up to. He pulled her up towards him, feeling his cock slip from her mouth with a pop of suction. His hands were hard as they drew her towards him, stripping the clinging wet shirt from her. He took her hand, the one that she had been so busily pleasuring herself with and slipped her wet fingers into his mouth, his tongue laving over the tips as he tasted her sweetness for the first time.
Rolling her under him, he flicked the clasp of her bra, pulling it off of her. His eyes searched the gloomy dimness, wanting to see her breasts and the hard nipples that capped them. His hands captured their fullness, cupping and lifting until he could bury his face in her deep cleavage, his tongue trailing over rounded globes. He suckled one nipple into his mouth, his tongue stabbing and tormenting the hard tip until she was writhing under him.
He pulled her skirt up, almost desperate to feel himself inside of her. The tiny panties were as nothing as his hand closed into a fist, ripping them away. He parted her thighs, two fingers sliding into hot flesh, thrusting inside of her as she arched into him, begging soundlessly for more. Her hands grabbed at his lower back, fingers twisting in frantic need. He lifted himself over her, finding her mouth, kissing her as he positioned himself and pushed inside of her with one swift, sure stroke.
He felt her nails in his back as he continued to stroke into her, the hot, wet walls of her pussy squeezing around him. She seemed to fit him perfectly, her body arching under his, meeting his every thrust with the up surging tilt of her hips. Looking down in the dim light, he could see the pleasure he was causing her in the way her teeth bit her lip, the half closed, half blind look in her eyes, he felt her need in the legs that wrapped so firmly around his hips, holding him captive to her wants.
Teri couldn’t believe this was happening, her head tossed on the mattress under her. Rich, her brother, the guy who was bahis şirketleri always picking on her, tormenting her with nasty little comments and snide remarks, and tattling to mom on her, was fucking her like she’d never been fucked before. It was so wrong, she thought, her nails digging in as another small rush of pleasure pushed her closer to the peak. She shouldn’t be letting him do this. Letting him, she thought with a small moan, she was begging for him to do more.
Neither sibling heard the storm outside as it crashed and banged, roaring its fury by bringing trees down and tearing apart the house over their heads. They didn’t hear the groaning snarl as the tornado swept above them, narrowly missing landing right on top of them.
Rich’s body shook as he fought to hold back, wanting to watch his sister as she came. He pumped into her furiously, his balls slapping the smooth skin of her ass, his cock rubbing against her clit. His breath rasped harshly, sweat gleaming on his body as he fucked her under the protective covering of the blanket.
“Oh, fuck, Rich!” he heard her scream out, felt the contractions of her sheathing walls around his cock as she jerked against him. Her head lolled back on the mattress, her mouth open as she gasped for air that wouldn’t come through the heated ecstasy spearing through her.
She looked so fantastic, her body open to him, her eyes blind in pleasure. He’d never thought he could feel like this for Teri, his little sister, the bane of his existence. His arms shook as he held himself above her, thrusting inside of her quivering flesh.
Rich felt it cumming, the seed churning in his balls until it overflowed. His body jerked against her, slamming into her as he filled her with thick ropes of his cum. His head tipped back and he groaned into the fading storm, sensations unlike any he’d ever felt streaking through him as her hot flesh milked his cock of its seed..
Teri pulled him down until he lay on her fully, her lips finding his and kissing him. “God, Rich, that was so…” she trailed off, unable to think of a word that describe what had just happened between them. Her hands stroked his back, her mind reeling at the implications of what they had just done. “You fucked me.”
“Yeah,” Rich said, lifting himself a little and feeling his cock slip out of her. He rolled to his back, his skin barely brushing against hers. “I did.” He too was silent for a moment, wondering what all of this meant, what ramifications would come from their actions.
“I liked it,” Teri said quietly from beside him.
“You more than liked it, sis. I think you tore half the skin off of my back.”
She rolled to her side, her naked breasts pressing against his arm. Her hand shot out in the semi-gloom and grasped his now soft cock, feeling it sticky with both their juices. At the touch of her soft hand, he began to harden, gasping as she stroked him. “I don’t think I was the only one who like it.”
“No,” he managed to get out without groaning. “I was just humoring you. I didn’t want to hurt your feel…ahhh…ings.”
Teri jumped on him, sliding across his groin, tickling his ribs as he struggled under her, finally capturing her hands and pushing her off of him. The blanket fell off, too and they suddenly noticed the silence. The looked at each other for a moment, then stared up at the window above them. It showed dark clouds still moving swiftly against the gloom.
“We should go up and see what happened,” Teri almost whispered the words, reaching for her clothes. They dressed silently, Rich stopping Teri only once to kiss her gently, hugging her close.
“It’ll be okay, sis. I’ll make sure of it.”
The door to the storm shelter stuck and they both had to tug on it to get it to open. The basement didn’t seem bad, a few broken windows, rain water puddled on the cement floor. They made their way slowly to the stairs, Teri clinging to Rich’s hand as they climbed the stairs. The door to the basement opened easily enough and the stood in just inside it, staring in horror at the destruction all around them.
A tree had smashed through the huge front window, it’s branches tearing at the roof and pulling at pieces of insulation. The furniture was ripped up and pulled around, completely in ruins. Rich wrapped his arm around Teri’s shoulders and helped her through the destruction, glad that the power had gone down before the tree hit. They stood outside, staring at the damaged houses around theirs as others started coming out of their homes. Shock was rampant on their neighbor’s faces.
They heard a horn and turned, watching their mother’s car pulling into the driveway. “You kids are all right?” she called, getting out and running to them.
“Fine, Mom. Better than the house, anyway,” Rich tried to make a joke to make them smile.
“I’ve seen it worse after you two start fighting,” his mom kidded back, but he could tell she was upset.
“What are we going to do, Mom?” Teri grabbed Rich’s hand, not noticing the strange look her mother gave her.
“Well, we’ll get some stuff, get a hold of your Dad and then we’ll get it fixed. It’s okay, Teri, we’re insured.” She headed up towards the house.
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