Crashing of thunder (and other things)

The storm that had soaked you in the day had gone down through most of the afternoon, but it came back with a great vengeance and furious anger over night. The sound from outside wakes you up from Ian's couch, and you get up to take a look at the downpour. Large drops of rain slam against the windows. Frequent flashes of lightning were accompanied by a long roar of thunder, distant for now, but getting closer and louder. You take a few minutes to watch the show before returning to the couch. After a few minutes of shifting around, you quickly realize there is no way you're going back to sleep anytime soon. You kick the blanket that was covering you to the floor, and start to groan in frustration. This isn't just the fault of the storm...

Your nipples poke through the thin fabric of the borrowed shirt, you bite your lip as you brush one of them with your index finger as you move into your pants. Your pussy is soaking wet. You gently and slowly stroke a finger in and out of your tight folds, uncertain of what's going on. You don't know how, or why, but your older brother has you horny. This is wrong on too many levels, you tell yourself, but the reminder doesn't stop the arousal. It doesn't stop you from imagining his cock and wanting it to take your fingers place. You don't try to delude yourself here, this feeling won't just go away. You've denied yourself for too long already; you're done burying what you want for the sake of others. The only real choice is to act on this.

You strip the clothes off and leave them on the floor, walking slowly and quietly to Ian's room, completely in the nude. The gentle creaking of the floors masked by the ambient noise of the thundering storm outside. Opening the door slowly, you hover in the doorway to watch him. He is sound asleep, seemingly unfazed by the cacophony of the storm outside. Your heart starts to pound in fear and anxiety, but also anticipation. You gingerly step towards the bed, pulling Ian's covers off his body. You hold a gasp in as you discover your brother sleeps in the nude. You slowly marvel at his healthy physique; staring at the different parts of his body that you couldn't afford to look at in the waking hours. One part of his physique sticks out to you, his fully erect cock. Large, thick, and veiny, it's a wonder to behold. Ian has it and the entire area perfectly shaved. You hover over his waist, give one last look at his unsuspecting face before you start to cross a line.

Your soft lips wrap around the head, licking the tip nimbly. Your eyes fixate on Ian to measure his reaction. He remains restful but starts to stir, gently moaning and squirming reflexively. You pick your pace up to encourage him. Understanding the sensation but still not fully conscious, he grabs you by the hair and pushes you deeper along. You cooperate well, enjoying the rush that your own brother is making you do this. A flash of his eyes as he fully awakens, and he lets go in a panic

"What the fuck! Amanda, what is this?" His tone was surprise, not disgust. You stop what you're doing and go on a longwinded rant.

"I, I don't know Ian. You were looking at me longingly today, and I think you're kinda hot, and with finally being able to see you again and remembering how much I love my big brother things got a little mixed up..." He hasn't moved, and he's still hard, so you press your luck.

"Don't you like it? Don't you think I'm hot too?"

"That is totally besides the point and you know it..." Ian was trying his best but you could tell the devil on his shoulder was winning.

"Isn't it though?" You retort as you slowly stroke his wet cock "We both want each other, we love each other, we know how to keep secrets..." You hold his cock still and upright as you lift yourself, your legs straddling his waist and hovering over his cock. "Don't you want to fuck me? Just this one time?"

Ian lets out a small chuckle "Just this one time never turns out to be just one time..." His hands brush your legs up and down "But I'm okay with that too" you smile with him as you drop yourself, moaning as you feel your pussy fill up with his thick cock. You slowly rock on him, keeping your body upright.

"Is that why you pushed your cock deeper in your sister's throat?"

"No," he said with a slow laugh "I was on autopilot and thought you were Meghan, my ex"

"Well, don't you worry" you reply as you gently pick up your pace "I'll make you forget all about her." Your brother moans, squeezing your legs "I don't think that's really possible, but I'll love to see you try." You lean yourself forward, your hands planting near his shoulders as you ride him harder. His hands move to your round ass, grasping tightly. He reaches his back up to suck on your huge tits, gently biting on your nipples. You cup his head, holding in place, and start to feel yourself lose your balance as he moves to sit upright without leaning against the backboard. The closeness and physical intimacy is intoxicating, as you wrap your arms around his strong frame, your bodies rubbing against each other as sweat begins to collect on your skin. One hand of Ian's holds the small of your back as the other maintains its iron grip of your ass, encouraging your movements. Both of you start to moan louder and faster, an orgasm building. You cum just a few seconds before Ian does. You passionately make out as you slowly move back to lying on the bed, moaning softly as you feel his cock slide out of you, following by a soft trail of his thick seed.

"I think I'm going to sleep here the rest of the night" you break the brief silence, followed by a giggle "ya, that's not a problem. Stay as long as you want"

"I love you Ian"

"Love you too Amanda"