Stormy Desire Ch. 01
The deep, dark growl of thunder woke me up. I rubbed my eyes and looked over at the digital display of a clock next to my bed. Bright red numbers showed 3:15. A little more than two hours remained before the alarm would go off and signal the start of my day.
The recognizable squeaking of the bedroom door sounded, capturing my attention. My ears perked up.
"Trey?"
It was my younger sister's whisper that I heard, and ignored. But she wouldn't allow such a thing.
"Trey, can I lie with you? The storm scares me."
I heavily sighed. It was awkward because I slept in just underpants, and she was a female. But I reluctantly pulled down the covers on the left side of my bed. She gratefully approached, accepting the unspoken invitation. I glanced over in time to see her slender, athletic, long-legged body, clad in an oversized T-shirt and illuminated by bright flashes of lightning, sliding into bed alongside me.
"Thanks."
It was just recently that Sylvia was frightened by foul weather. The shocking sounds of the roof being ripped off by a twister the previous year was responsible for that. I liked to think that being a brave young virile man, I was above such fear. But the thunder knotted my stomach as well. And it was March, so a new tornado season was just starting up.
Sylvia was eighteen and nearly finished with high school. She was very active with several on-again, off-again boyfriends while also playing on the varsity basketball team. She was a fun-loving person that surrounded herself with friends and family, and hated solitude.
I was nineteen, almost twenty, and worked as a car mechanic while trying to figure out what to make of my life. My personality was quite different from hers in that I had few friends and was quite happy being alone. But deep down I was glad she was lying with me. Just hearing the sound of her breathing was oddly reassuring to me.
I was resting on my back and felt her body shifting. Sylvia rolled over facing me and pressed her warm body against mine. The right side of her head rested on my left shoulder. I could feel her warm breath flowing across my chest. Her shoulder-length silky-soft blonde hair spilled over my skin. The lingering fruity scent of her shampoo was still detectable
"Trey? Are you asleep?"
I wasn't, but didn't want to talk. I only had two lousy hours left before the alarm would go off and wanted to make the most of it.
"Trey?" she persisted and I continued to ignore her.
My mind slowly began drifting into unconsciousness. I was at the boundary of sleep and thought I was dreaming when I heard an angel say she loved me, except that I recognized it as Sylvia's voice. I may very well have never heard those words that trailed me into tranquility had it not been for the soft warmth of her lips upon my chest.
It was this sensation, caused by her passionate wet kisses on my skin, that yanked me back to wakefulness with what I thought was a powerful twitch. But she seemed not to notice. As I quietly laid there her mouth left a trail of kisses to my left nipple. The tip of her tongue licked the areola, softly giggling as the nipple stiffened. Then her mouth devoured the entire tip, uncaring of the strands of dark hair that surrounded it.
I felt a soft hand; it must have been her left, caressing my lower stomach. The fingers flirted with the elastic waistband of my briefs before hesitating.
"Trey?"
Her voice sounded different this time. She wasn't trying to get my attention, but was rather confirming I was still asleep. But why, I silently wondered?
The question was soon answered when her hand slipped inside of my underpants. Wonderfully soft fingers gently surrounded my dormant penis. My entire body shuddered as blood rushed into my cock. The shaft began growing in response to her attentive touching. I was surprised that Sylvia thought she could do such a thing while thinking I was asleep. That quickly had me wondering if she'd done such a thing before, successfully, during my slumber.
I was appalled, disgusted; yet also strangely aroused. My organ soared upright like a filling helium balloon and eagerly throbbed. Her fingers repeatedly squeezed as they cautiously moved up and down. I could hear her breathing harder, and faster. She hiked the bottom of her shirt up, rolling her lower body closer. Her left leg moved across my mine as her bare pussy rubbed on my left thigh. I could feel the feather-soft hairs of her pubic mound on my skin.
"I love you so much, Trey."
Sylvia pulled the front of my underpants down, completely exposing my cock and balls. As she pumped my stiff organ her hips anxiously rubbed her naked cunt against my leg. She resumed sucking on my swollen left nipple. The depth of my shock was significant. What was my sister doing? My mind raced in confusion. I didn't know what to do.
After a few minutes I felt wetness on my left thigh. She'd gotten herself so worked up that her hot cunt was leaking juice. It smeared across my skin, glazing it. Her hand on my cock felt so good. The tip was wet with thick, oozing semen. The tingling pressure was building and I could tell I'd cum soon. Her body was getting warmer. Sylvia was starting to sweat; salty moisture was dripping on me. Not that I cared. All my thoughts were focused on the erotic pleasure of my rising seed.
My toes curled and body tensed in the final moments. Her hand stroked me harder and faster. My hips began pumping, fucking her hand. I kept silent, even disguising the sound of heavy breathing as my heart pounded with excitement. And then I climaxed. As Sylvia's hand jerked me off my cock erupted in white, upward columns of cum. I softly groaned as each stream was ejaculated and splattered onto my abdomen. She kept squeezing and stroking until my balls were dry, then rolled away from me.
While recovering from the orgasm I felt and listened to her beside me. She pulled the shirt up to her neck and lay there in the darkness, right hand fingering her pussy while the left squeezed on a breast and its hardened nipple. She was pretty quiet at first but after a few minutes began moaning. I could hear a squishing sound coming from her juicy cunt as she desperately rubbed her finger along the narrow channel and over her clit.
My curiosity was piqued. I pretended to stir and rolled onto my left side facing her. Flashes of lightning repeatedly illuminated her practically nude form as I peeked through half-closed eyes. I'd never before noticed how incredibly beautiful she was. Watching her masturbate was such an erotic vision. I doubted many other brothers could honestly claim to have watched their sister jerking off. I could smell the growing scent of her aroused pussy.
Her ignored right breast was just inches from my mouth. I had an overwhelming urge to suck on the large pink nipple that so temptingly rose up from the center of her dimpled areola. Something told me she probably would have welcomed the attention, yet I couldn't quite bring myself to attempt such a gesture.
Instead I lay there in silence, feigning sleep, observing as her hands excitedly squeezed and stroked her body parts. At the end she drew her legs up, clenched hard, and shook in spasms for several seconds. My eyes were fixed on her pussy, which I couldn't quite see, when she caught me looking.
"Trey?"
This time I answered. "Yeah?"
"How long have you been awake?"
My initial impulse was to lie, which I did. "A few minutes, I think."
"Can you hold me?"
Ordinarily I would've balked at such a request. Hold my sister, who's lying next to me almost naked? But after all I'd witnessed it seemed tame by comparison. After she rolled onto her left side I pulled her back against my chest. I reached my right arm over her waist and placed the hand between her breasts. My left leg rested on the small puddle of pussy juice left behind. I didn't mind; it still resonated with warmth and I found it oddly comforting.
"Are you grossed out?" she timidly questioned.
I was in a way. My confused mind was still struggling to compile and process the shocking events of the pre-dawn morning. To think I was cuddling with my own sister!
"A little, I think," which was an understatement.
"You can touch me if you want," she offered, and then added, "They say I have nice tits."
Needless to say I didn't get any more sleep; after her early-morning activities just over an hour remained. I held Sylvia's soft, shapely body against mine and listened to her purring while she slept. I was tempted to touch her, but couldn't bring myself to that point. She was still my kid sister and I was her older brother, and that fact was a huge obstacle for me. How she managed to so comfortably cross it was a complete mystery.
* * * * *
We didn't see much of each other in the days following that morning. It wasn't as if I was avoiding her. She had school classes plus basketball practice and games on some evenings, and I had my work. When we did see one another in passing nothing was mentioned. I was amazed at how normal she acted around me, as if that whole thing had never happened.
In my book it happened. There was little else I could think of. My image of her had changed. Sylvia wasn't my kid sister any more. She was a woman in her own right, and it was hard for me to come to grips with that, much less with all the other stuff.
All of these things were going through my mind as I entered the kitchen on another routine morning and opened the refrigerator door.
"Good morning!" Sylvia greeted me in a cheerful voice.
"Hi," I responded while drinking a mouthful of orange juice directly from the plastic jug.
She cringed. "Oh! That's so gross! And mom wonders why I won't drink it; if she only knew."
I ignored her complaint as usual. And then a funny thing happened; I began to notice my sister. The way Sylvia's blonde hair was up in a cute pony tail; her bright, pretty face, lightly colored with make-up; those sparkling, inquisitive green eyes, and that nice body. She was dressed in a short-sleeved yellow blouse and white shorts. My eyes were drawn to the shifting swells. I knew what they looked like now...
She caught me looking and smiled. "They are nice, don't you think? You had your chance at them and blew it."
Someone, probably our mom, turned on the living room TV. The morning news drifted in.
...severe storm late this afternoon and into the evening with dangerous wind shear that is capable of spawning tornadoes in the F2 to F3 range...
The smile on Sylvia's face evaporated, replaced by fear. She looked at me and nodded her head in disbelief. "Not again. Will you be home tonight? Mom and Dad have that meeting and they're always out late."
I normally teased her about the storms, but this time I felt a twinge of sympathy. Things between us really had changed. "I was going to... Yeah, that's fine, I can be here."
Her face brightened. "Thanks, Trey. I owe you one."
* * * * *
Our parents left after dinner. As Sylvia settled down at the kitchen table to study, I sat on the couch with the remote in hand and bumped the channel button in search of something interesting. A small graphic on the upper right corner showed our state, and nearly all of it was red with tornado warnings.
"I can't believe I got stuck baby-sitting."
"I heard that," Sylvia called out from the kitchen.
"You were meant to," I said back.
"No I wasn't, you liar." The aggravation in her voice was quite evident. I could tell she was starting to get skittish.
When I changed to the news they were talking about the weather. I turned the volume up for Sylvia's benefit, intending to stir up a little fear in the mongrel.
"...wall cloud, you can just barely make out the rain-wrapped funnel. These are by far the most dangerous because you really can't see them coming. Now if you look at the Advantage Doppler radar you can see the distinctive hook-echo..."
She rushed into the living room. "Where's that at?"
"Northwest of here," I answered, grinning at her response.
"When's it going to hit us?" She was starting to sound nervous.
"In about an hour; they said we might lose power with this storm."
Sylvia groaned and asked, "Oh, great. Then how can we watch the news?"
"If it gets bad we'll just hang out in the basement."
Less than an hour later I heard the first fat, wind-driven drops of rain splattering against the windows on the west side of the house. Angry clouds darkened the area. Distant thunder rumbled as the super-cell fast approached. Power went out for a second just as a bright flash of lightning hit. That was enough for Sylvia. She closed her books and joined me on the couch.
"I hate this part," she complained.
A part of me liked seeing my sibling suffer. That's what siblings did. But another part felt compassion. Maybe that was why I scooted closer and reached my right arm around her shoulders. She flashed me a grateful smile and cuddled against my side.
"Thanks, Trey. You can be a decent guy when you want to."
As it turned out my kind gesture was very timely. A bright flash filled the house, quickly followed by a loud cracking noise. She cried out in surprise while pulling her legs up against her chest in a tight fetal ball and shrank against me. I protectively moved my right arm around and held on to her body.
"The TV's out," she announced in a weak, trembling voice.
I looked up and confirmed we'd lost the signal. At least we still had power... so far, anyway."
The rain was coming down in blinding sheets mixed with hail. It sounded like a thousand monkeys were pounding on the roof with hammers. Outside the wind raged, rattling windows and sending trash cans tumbling aimlessly down the street.
"We'll never hear the sirens with all this racket." Her voice was really cracking as she was gripped by fear.
I had the same thought and pulled my arms away. "Let's go downstairs."
Her hands grabbed my shirt. "No, don't leave me!"
"I'm not," I insisted. "Come on, get up."
Since she didn't appear to make any effort to move I reached down and encouraged her to stand. While holding her waist in my right arm we walked to the basement door. I blindly groped for a light switch and flicked it on before descending a flight of wooden steps.
The basement was cluttered but the family was good about keeping one corner cleared out for protection from storms. My Dad and I had placed an extra daybed on the floor there with pillows and a blanket. A cardboard box rested close by on the floor which held water bottles, several bags of snack food, and flashlights with spare batteries. I suddenly wished we'd thought of a radio.
We could still hear the storm raging around us but it was much less deafening down there. The thunder was muffled and didn't seem to bother Sylvia as acutely. She left my embrace and seemed to relax a bit as she settled on the bed. I sat down at her side.
"How long will we have to stay down here?" she wondered out loud.
"Long enough to be sure, I guess. I'll check the TV in a little bit and see if we got the cable back."
When the overhead light briefly dimmed her eyes nervously shifted upward. I moved my left arm around her waist in a show of support.
We sat in silence for several minutes. It was boring and awkward. Some cards or music would've been nice. The last time we'd been alone...
Clearly Sylvia was bored as well and started up a conversation. "Have you ever done it with a girl?"
I was surprised by the unexpected and very personal question. I'm not entirely sure why I answered it truthfully. "No. What about you? Have you messed around with any of your boyfriends?"
She balked. "They weren't my boyfriends; they were friends who were guys."
"You were dating them."
Sylvia quickly clarified "I hung out with them, sometimes with other friends. I've never had sex with anyone."
I was surprised, as I'd expected she had. According to survey results I'd seen and read, most girls her age were sexually active. The subject interested me. "Maybe you didn't go all the way, but I bet you got close."
She blushed red in embarrassment. "You too! Things looked pretty serious between you and Tracy before she went off to college."
"How far did you let them get?" I quickly countered, shifting the focus of the conversation back on her.
"I didn't do anything before I was eighteen, I was too scared," she carefully pointed out. "Dad would've killed me."
"He still would, you're his precious daughter. So how naughty have you been since your birthday?"
She looked up at the ceiling and held her hands out in an expression of utter disbelief. "That's none of your business! You tell me about you and Tracy first, and maybe I'll think about it."
I could see I was getting to her, so I kept spinning the conversation back toward her. "You already told me the guys said you have nice tits."
"What highly attractive eighteen year-old girl hasn't gotten a little carried away during a make-out session and let a guy get his hands inside their shirt?" she claimed in her own defense. "Yeah, I mean, a couple of them have gotten that far. What about you and Tracy?"
"How many felt your tits through your shirt, and how many got to feel your bare tits?"
"A couple, okay?" she responded in a voice that was beginning to sound angry.
"Which is it? Was it through your shirt or under it?"
"Probably about four guys felt me up through my shirt, and two guys got my shirt off, okay?"
"Did they suck your hard nipples?"
"I was topless. What do you think?"
"Did they get a hand between your legs?" I persisted without letting up. "Have any of them felt up your pussy through the crotch of your pants?"
"What?"
"Or maybe they did, which turned you on, and then they unfastened them and got a hand down inside. Did they get a hand inside your pants and outside your panties, or did they get inside both?"
"What are you saying?"
"How many got to feel you bare, juicy pussy, Sylvia?"
Her face was red and damp with perspiration. I could tell the subject matter was exciting her. My unrelenting battery of suggestive questions had her mentally reeling. She'd never been confronted like this before and couldn't mount any defense.
"How many, huh? Inside your pants but outside your panties, or did they hit pay dirt? Did they get to feel your juice smearing against their fingers while you panted and moaned like a cat in heat?"
She shrank away from me and scooted into the corner. Her breathing was heavier, but not because she was scared of the storm. That had been completely forgotten. My eyes drifted down to the suggestive swells of her breasts which rapidly rose, fell, and shifted beneath the shirt. My eyes could discern the erotic vision of those hardened nipples.
"Just one, Tommy," she finally confessed.
"Down the pants, over the..."
Sylvia swallowed hard. "Down my shorts, over my panties... But he did slip one finger under my panty crotch and touch me down there."
"Were you juicy?"
She looked at me in disgust but still answered. "Yes, okay? I was real juicy, Trey. I was so damned wet I soaked clear through my shorts, okay? Is that what you want to hear?"
I wasn't done yet, not by a long shot. "How many times?"
"Your sister's no slut! Just once, okay?"
The conversation had somehow led up to the point where my memories of that morning with her came rushing back. I remembered lying in bed in a state of near shock as she caressed my cock for the first time, and it felt so good.
"How many times have you had a guy's hard prick in your hand? You seemed pretty experienced to me!"
A shocked expression froze on her face. The room fell silent; muffled thunder sounded in the background. "You were awake, you lying bastard!"
"How many times?" I pressed.
When she breathed out it looked like the air leaving a balloon. Sylvia's body appeared to deflate as she surrendered to my determination. "About a half dozen times with, like, three different guys; why are you acting like this tonight? I mean if you were awake and didn't want me to touch you, why not push my hand away, huh? Feeling guilty, Trey?"
I relaxed and leaned back against the wall a few feet away from her. "Maybe I am. Have you ever touched me before?"
A slight smile appeared on her lips. "No. Sally told me she does that to her brother, and that a guy won't wake up but just dream he's having sex. I should've known better than to believe her."
"Why even try it?"
She paused before answering. "If you were awake, then you already know."
I was initially confused. My mind thought back and sifted through the slightly faded memory. I vaguely recalled hearing her tell me, twice even, that she loved me. She must have seen the look of recognition in my eyes, because a wide smile formed on her sweet face.
"I'll be gone to college in a few months. You have your own life, and we'll drift apart," she explained. "I just... You've been a good brother to me, Trey. And I do love you, more than you could ever know. I wanted to do something nice for you in thanks."
I was confused again. "But if I hadn't of woken up, I never would've known."
Sylvia nodded her head affirmatively. "No, but I would have."
My perspective of her suddenly changed as my heart flooded with emotion. At that moment she stopped being a sister in my mind. The giant obstacle that prevented me from touching her suddenly seemed to move aside. "Come here."
The smirk on her face was undeniably cute and decidedly sexy. "Why should I? Are you done being mean?"
"I'm done being mean."
I held my left arm out. She slipped the fingers of her right hand against my palm and I gripped them tightly. As I pulled she got up onto her knees and closed the distance that separated us. She knelt in front of me and then sat straddling my thighs.
She looked so adorably cute at that moment, with those warm green eyes gazing into mine and her happily smiling mouth silently inviting a kiss. My hands reached up and cupped her soft face. I tilted my head to one side and gently kissed those succulent lips. My intention was to just briefly taste her, but one kiss only triggered my desire for more. Our mouths appeared inseparable as we enjoyed the intimate embrace.
We both flinched when an exceptionally loud crack of thunder shook the entire house. When our eyes opened we noticed the overhead light had turned off.
"There goes the power," Sylvia commented, but her voice had lost the nervous tone from earlier.
I placed my left hand on the mattress and shifted my weight onto it. My body leaned to the left, pulling my sister along with me until we were lying down facing each other. I lovingly caressed her head while sifting my fingers through her silky strands of golden hair. My lips searched for hers and our tender kissing resumed. I was tempted to slip my tongue inside her mouth, but didn't. Tasting her lips was enough for the moment.
"Do you think I should tell Sally that her brother isn't sleeping when she's doing that to him?"
I thought about it between kisses. "No, they're both enjoying it. Why spoil their fun?"
All sense of time was lost as we were consumed by darkness and the endless crashing, house-shaking thunder. My right hand moved from her head to the neck, lightly caressing the smooth skin. It slowly shifted down, seeking out the swell of a breast. My palm cupped her right mound and squeezed on it through her shirt. She quietly moaned and arched her back, pressing herself harder into my hand.
"You can go under if you want," she tempted me between kisses.
Initially I was content just to touch her through the fabric. Soon my penis surged with excitement and began growing hard. When passion quickened my pulse and breathing I eagerly tugged the shirt halfway up her stomach and slipped my hand beneath the barrier. I massaged her flat belly before inching the hand upward.
"Oh, my God," I heard myself moaning as I cupped the warm, wondrous mound. It felt so firm yet soft, and the nipple was hard and anxiously pulsated beneath my palm. "You do have nice tits."
The difference was amazing as I fondled the bare flesh. The tip of my index finger prodded the nipple. I loved the way the tip felt, and how her body flinched as I teased it. She was breathing heavier too, and her entire body seemed to be quaking. She moved her left leg over my waist and pressed her crotch suggestively against mine. My cock swelled to its full size.
Sylvia stopped kissing and rolled away from me onto her back.
"What's wrong? Did I do something?"
She softly laughed. "No, silly, I'm just getting comfortable. We'll probably be here for a while by the sounds of it. Come here with me."
I shifted my body in the dense darkness, resting half on my left side with part of my chest pressed up against her. When my hand blindly groped for her I realized she'd removed the shirt and was now topless.
"Surprised?" she chuckled.
"A little."
"How far did you and Tracy ever get?"
I saw no reason not to be honest with Sylvia at this point. "Not even this far. She was very traditional. I'd be lucky to get a kiss."
"Then you're overdue."
She placed a hand on the back of my neck and pulled me to her. Our mouths resumed the tender embrace, moist lips lightly touching and brushing. My right hand found the breast again and continued its gentle squeezing. I was painfully aware of the erection in my pants that was throbbing with excitement.
On impulse I kissed a path down her neck and to her right mound. The tip of my tongue flirted with the dimpled areola before flicking up and down the swollen nipple shaft. Her soft moans and shuddering body encouraged my efforts. After teasing the tip I sucked all of it into my warm, wet mouth. A part of me knew other mouths had gotten there first, but I was okay with that.
"Oh, Trey, that feels good," she groaned while noticeably writhing.
My right hand rubbed on her smooth belly, and soon felt the waistline of her shorts. My heart was nervously pounding as I boldly reached down and slid a hand between her partially spread legs. They eagerly widened as I stroked her pussy through the clothing. I could feel the moist heat emanating from her juicy center. Earlier when she claimed to have soaked through her clothing I doubted a person could do that, but my skepticism quickly faded.
Her hips began moving in slow circles while dry-humping my fingers. I had never touched a woman there and carefully rubbed harder, rewarded by a soft cry of genuine delight. She reached down and pressed a hand against my crotch. Her soft fingers grabbed the shaft as best she could and anxiously squeezed.
"Unbuckle your pants."
I sat up and blindly felt for the belt buckle. While my attention was fixed on loosening my pants, Sylvia worked on her shorts. Before laying back down I pulled my shirt off over my head. When I settled back down, half on and half off her, I was awed by the wonderful feeling of my bare chest touching her smooth skin. The contact, normally innocent when accidental, took on wonderful significance when in this intimate context.
She whispered "Kiss me with your tongue."
After my lips covered hers, I hesitantly extended my tongue. Hers swirled around mine and pulled it deeply inside. The taste and heat of her darting tongue and saliva was instantly joyous. The kiss was so much more passionate and arousing. I kissed her deeply, faster and harder, hungry for more. We were both breathless and moaning as our desire intensified.
I felt a hand reaching inside my loose pants, fingers surrounding my pulsating cock. She jerked on it briefly but found herself fighting with my clothing, and instead guided it out into the open. The tip was already leaking semen. Her fingers accidentally realized that fact as it smeared on her skin. As she squeezed and stroked, my hips thrust back and forth. After the sensitive head passed beyond her fingers it slid across her lower belly. The added stimulation made it even better.
My hand moved down between her legs and resumed touching Sylvia's pussy through the shorts. When I realized they'd been unbuckled I tentatively pushed my hand inside but over the panties. She was wet; really wet. When my fingers rubbed on the outline of her outer folds they found her panty crotch was soaked through. I could feel the hot juice smearing on and between my fingers.
I was desperate to feel her bare cunt, just to know what it was like to really touch a woman. Recalling her confession about Tommy sneaking a finger under her panties once, I followed suit and slowly tugged the soiled crotch aside enough to slip a finger underneath. I hardly thought she'd notice, but when the bare fingertip pushed inside the hot slit she flinched.
Sylvia briefly pulled her mouth away, sucking in air. "Are you pulling a Tommy on me?"
"No," I responded. "Tommy only sneaked one finger inside. I'm going to use two."
"Ooh, a double Tommy," she playfully joked in a sexy, inviting voice.
My eyes had adjusted to the total darkness and I could make out the slightest silhouette of her face. I looked in the direction of her eyes and smiled as I kept my word and eased the tip of a second finger into the hot, narrow channel. Her body stiffened and shuddered from the contact. My fingers gently moved up and down over and around where I thought her clitoris might be, based on when I saw her masturbating that fateful morning. I must have guessed right because her moans became cries and her hips started writhing faster and harder.
"Oh God, Trey..." she whispered and then trailed off as a series of sharp cries sounded.
The hand on my cock pulled away. The stiff mass rested and throbbed on her lower stomach, leaking semen onto her bare skin. She placed both her hands over mine, pushing my fingers against her cunt surprisingly hard. Sylvia's lower body jerked like crazy as she frantically rubbed her hot, seeping pussy against my stroking fingers. The digits were literally soaked and dripping with wetness.
I had visions of that morning as I felt her wild motions. It felt like she was moving the same way while quickly pumping her slender hips.
"Oh... Oh yes... Oh Trey..."
I felt awkward while wishing I knew precisely where and how to touch Sylvia. Her hands were trying to show me and I followed her hint as best I could. The hard, tiny nub was easily identifiable as my fingers diligently pressed and rubbed where she seemed to want me to. Her body was stiffening and thrusting so hard as perspiration began to form on her skin from the building heat of passion.
While still fingering her cunt my mouth captured a nipple. It felt even harder and larger than before. Realizing a woman's body wasn't as fragile as I thought my mouth immediately begun licking and sucking hard.
"So close... Almost..." her breathless words indicated.
Her body went rigid at once, just like I'd seen that morning. The breath caught in her throat as her back arched almost impossibly high. Juice flowed over my fingers as she clenched hard and started convulsing in powerful spasms. When her cries resumed they were sharp and loud. She seemed to be caught in the throes of a massive climax for several seconds before her sweaty, half-dressed body relaxed.
"Oh God, Trey, that was wonderful!"
Her mouth found mine and she showed her appreciation by giving me a brief but deep tongue kiss. I could taste salty sweat in our oral embrace.
She lay back, slowly recovering from the orgasm. After several moments I felt soft fingers wrapping around my shaft.
Her sweet voice purred, "I've never tried this before, so tell me to stop if I'm not any good. But I want to try it for you, Trey, to make you feel good like you did for me."
I wasn't quite sure what she was talking about as she rolled me over onto my back. Her hands grabbed both the pants and underpants at the same time and tugged them down to my knees. And then, surrounded in darkness, I felt the most amazing thing. Wet heat surrounded the head of my swollen cock as she took it into her mouth.
Sylvia's tongue hesitantly licked and swirled around me as she fed it a little deeper inside. More of her mouth engulfed me. Tingling pressure filled my loins and my balls began to ache. I made slight thrusting motions with my hips. Muffled giggling greeted my ears as saliva bathed the shaft. She could tell I loved her attempt.
"Am I okay?" she inquired hopefully.
"Yes, don't stop."
"Don't cum too much if you can help it, okay?"
I nodded, realizing afterward that she couldn't have possibly seen the gesture. Both of my hands reached down and held the back of her head, guiding her efforts as she had mine earlier. I raised her mouth until just the tip throbbed against her tongue. She focused her efforts there, enthusiastically licking and sucking. A few moments later I pulled her down as my hips pushed up, slowly feeding more inside. Once I had a pretty good idea how much she could take, I made fast fucking motions.
"Oh yes, that's good," I moaned in approval.
The tingling pressure intensified as I sensed the rising of my load. My toes curled and body tensed in joyous delight. I was getting so close.
"Uh! Uhh!"
Sylvia flinched and pulled away choking. Her fingers surrounded my ejaculating cock and finished me off with quick strokes and hard squeezes. I couldn't see the geysers of shooting cum, but felt them splattering on my lower belly. She kept pumping my cock until the tip turned painfully sensitive. My hands appreciatively pushed hers away.
I felt a tugging on the blanket and guessed she was using it to wipe cum off her face. She made a couple of spitting sounds as she cleared out her mouth. Afterwards she cuddled up at my side. We lay there is silence listening to the diminishing storm outside. The thunder was more distant, and the thumping sounds of hail had ceased completely.
"It sounds like things are clearing up out there," I commented.
"Don't leave me yet."
I squeezed her body tighter. "I won't."
I'm not sure how long we lay together, but after a time the dead bulb flickered back on. Shortly after that, footfalls could be head overhead. Our parents were home.
"Come on, we better get dressed," I urged my lightly dozing sister.
* * * * *
That was the first storm of the season, but far from the last. Without understanding why, I marked that date with a smiley face on my bedroom wall calendar that featured sexy models touting high-dollar tools and tool belts.
When storms hit early, as they usually did, we retreated to the basement. When they hit late, Sylvia crawled into my bed. While we were together we kissed and petted at the very least. Many times I pleasured her with what we jokingly referred to as a double-Tommy, and she responded with her growing oral skills.
And in the mornings after I added another smiley face. The symbols reflected a sporadic pattern of storms and forbidden passion that spanned three months and would soon enter a fourth. Although we never discussed it, we both felt a growing need for more, but were not yet ready. But that would change in June, right before storm season ended.