Fucking Sam's Sister in a Snowstorm

"Care to explain this sock brother? It looks suspicious. Like it might be laden with, I don't know, DNA evidence."

Sam felt himself blushing, felt the heat rising.

"And this?" Kelsey patted him on his upraised knee. "That trick never works. It's amusing. We thank you for the effort. But women know."

"Oh my god," Sam exclaimed, "I...I...I..." he stammered, suddenly wordless.

He took a deep breath.

"The sock jumped on my cock and ravaged me last night?"

Kelsey's musical laugh filled the great room.

"Good save!"

She wiggled the sock in the air.

"Bad sock. Nasty sock. Taking advantage of my brother like that!"

Sam reached out for the sock, but Kelsey quickly swung it out of reach.

"No, we're going to talk about this sock." She said, laughing again. "This sock has a story to tell."

She held the sock up to ear level, still out of reach.

"I'm sorry Ms. Kelsey, but your brother was just laying there, looking sexy as fuck, and I had to take advantage of him. Oh, really? Are you sure it wasn't the other way around? Him taking advantage of you? I mean, you are just a sock, he's a pretty big guy. He could have had his way with you."

Sam lowered his head, painfully aware he was bright red from the blush.

Kelsey continued, laughing.

"Oh, Ms. Kelsey, if you hadn't shown him those scandalous pictures last night, my virtue might have been safe. But, your little brother, why he's a man of simple needs, and like most men has no control over his erection. I mean, the slightest whiff of strange and they're in trouble. Even his sister's strange. I'm pretty sure he could smell your arousal last night before you left him."

Sam's head snapped up and he looked at Kelsey.

"Look," she said, a slight smile curving her lips. "Last night, sharing those pictures, talking about sex with my own brother, I was twisted up in a knot inside. I soaked my panties through. I was torn between just how aroused it made me and the guilt for thinking about my own brother like that, in a way that was purely sexual."

She set the sock down on the comforter next to her.

"What I didn't know was if you were feeling the same thing. I didn't want to come onto you and get rejected. I didn't want to come onto you without you feeling the same way. Our hormones took us right up to the line last night. I was probably one or two more pictures away from jumping you."

Sam swallowed and nodded as she looked into his eyes.

"I was aroused." He said. "I wanted you pretty badly, but I didn't know how you'd react."

Kelsey nodded.

"I figured as much from the little speech about going too far that you gave, but I wasn't sure. If I've learned anything, it's that when it comes to sex, you need to be sure. I wasn't sure if it was being tired, drinking a few glasses of wine, and sharing a little too much erotic content. So, I decided to wait until today and ask you straight out, while we're both completely sober and we can consider it carefully, like responsible adults."

"Okay," Sam said, "I agree. The thing that kept me from making a pass at you last night was similar for me. I worried it was the wine and the proximity. I worried I'd make an ass of myself and then be stuck in a snow-bound house with you. That would be uncomfortable. Really, uncomfortable."

"So," Kelsey said, "let's talk incest."

"Okay," Sam said.

"The prohibition primarily comes from two things," Kelsey said, "First, the small risk to any offspring. I'm on the pill and I have Plan B at hand. If you don't have condoms, I've got some in my bag, my just in case condoms."

"I've got condoms as well." Sam said.

"The second is from the power indifference and the damage non-consensual sex can do to a person. If we're going to do this, we both must consent, and consent while we're clear headed and sober, rampant hormones aside. Then, we've got to keep it secret, not tell anyone unless we both consent to tell them."

Sam nodded.

"Let me ask a question." Sam said, "If we do this, can you live with the knowledge of it? Sometimes, guilt sneaks up on us. We do something and we think we're good when we do it, but the remorse can be sneaky."

"I can." Kelsey said, "I've pretty much rejected the old Judeo-Christian morality in my personal life. It doesn't mean I don't feel guilt sometimes, but it means I'm usually able to move past it."

"Me too." Sam replied. "Times have changed."

"Then, you're good with it?" Kelsey asked.

"I am. Are you good with it?"

"I am," Kelsey replied.

They sat in silence on the bed for several long moments, looking into each other's eyes.

"I have no idea what to do next." Sam suddenly said.

Kelsey laughed again and put her hand on his knee.

"First," she said, "You're going to put this knee down."

Sam stretched his leg out. His erection was prominently visible, making its own smaller tent in the comforter. Kelsey looked down at it.

"Now," she said, "We're going to watch another movie and I'm going to tease the fuck out of you. Literally. Did you know that last night, when I went to bed, I was so damned wet, I barely rubbed my clit and my ass was bouncing on the bed and I had my face buried with a pillow so you wouldn't hear anything?"

Kelsey crawled across the bed on all fours again, crawling back to the credenza with the second movie selection. She looked over her shoulder at him.

"Oh, and by the way, I saw you staring at my ass earlier. We women long ago mastered the art of watching you in reflections."

Kelsey crawled back onto the bed. This time she slowly crawled straight up Sam's body, not quite touching him, grazing over his erect cock, then rolled over to his side and tucked herself back up against him, reaching up to pull his arm around her. She placed her hand firmly on his thigh and left it laying there, a warm and constant presence. She found the remote and pressed the play button. She set the remote down and snuggled into him with a little wiggle. She began to slowly stroke and massage his thigh with her hand, squeezing it and rubbing it up and down.

Sam's cock tented the comforter. As her hand massaged him, he felt it twitch several times. It was so hard it almost hurt. He reached down with his free hand to adjust its position, but Kelsey quickly grabbed his hand and stopped him. For the next ten minutes she simply snuggled against him and stroked his thigh. Sam felt his breath deepening.

Then, Kelsey rose onto her knees, slipping from his grasp, and scooted to the bottom of the bed before hopping off. She took the comforter in both her hands and slowly pulled it off her brother. The weight of it, as light as it was, sliding across his cock, drew a soft moan from him. She pulled the comforter completely off the bed and tossed it aside.

"Take off your shirt." She told him.

He quickly peeled it off over his head.

Kelsey leaned across the bed, grabbed the waist band of his sweatpants, and slowly peeled them down as he lifted his hips. She tossed them aside and then stood there for a moment, gazing at her brother's naked body. His cock was fully erect and laying on his abdomen.

"Fuck." Kelsey said. "That's beautiful."

Standing at the foot of the bed, she stripped her own T-shirt off, pulling it over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath. Her breasts swayed freely from the motion. Sam could see that her nipples were pale brown and fully engorged. She quickly pushed her tracksuit down and stepped out of it, tossing it aside. Her panties followed a moment later.

She stood there while Sam looked at her, his eyes roaming over her entire body, noting her neatly trimmed triangle of dark pubic hair. Watching his eyes, Kelsey slowly ran her hands down her body, caressing her breasts, her abdomen, and sliding one hand over her pubic region. She cupped it gently and ran a finger between her pussy lips. It came away wet, gleaming slightly in the light. She traced a circle around first one nipple, then the other.

She crawled back onto the bed, once again crawling up the length of her brother's body, grazing her breasts across his thighs, then lightly over his cock. He moaned again. She continued upwards, grazing across his abdomen, then up over his chest, straddling his thighs. Sam moaned again. She continued upward, taking his head in her hands.

She rubbed her nipple across his lips, and he opened his mouth to capture it, lightly sucking on it. It was Kelsey's turn to let out a small, delicious moan. She moved his mouth to her other nipple, and he lightly sucked on it.

"Oh god." Kelsey moaned again.

Sam leaned a little farther forward and sucked her nipple into his mouth, twirling it with his tongue. He quietly suckled on her, drawing the nipple inward until suddenly he let it pop free, covered in his saliva. He twisted slightly and repeated the process on her other nipple. Kelsey was breathing deeply, gasping for air, as he switched his attention from nipple to nipple. She held his head and moaned.

Her hips settled down on his, trapping his cock between them, pressing it against his stomach. Her hips moved in small strokes, and he could feel her pussy, gently dripping, sliding up and down the underside of his shaft. It was his turn to moan.

Kelsey lifted his head from her breasts and leaned to kiss him, softly and gently. They stayed in that position for a long time, her gently rubbing against him as they kissed. Sam could feel his sister's warm body pressing into him, her hard nipples sliding across his chest. They were both breathing heavily now.

Kelsey reached around, found the remote, and pressed the mute button. The only sound was the driving wind outside the house, punctuated by their soft moaning and the liquid sound of their kissing. Time slowed down and stood still for Sam. Finally, Kelsey broke the kiss, rose and reached down between them, curling her hand around his cock.

Sam nearly came, taking a deep breath. Kelsey gave his hard cock a soft squeeze, then she pulled it upright and gently placed it against the lips of her pussy. Another minor adjustment and Sam felt her opening so just the head slipped between her lips. She rubbed it back and forth there, fitting it in.

Then, placing both her hands on his chest and staring into his eyes, she held her position for a long time. Sam's soft and insistent moaning was the only sound.

She closed her eyes and with a look of intense concentration slid slowly down onto his cock, the hard shaft opening her and penetrating her. He felt every inch of it sliding in, engulfed by the warm, wet, heat of her body.

"God." Kelsey whispered, "You're so fucking hard."

Sam could only nod as Kelsey began to rhythmically slide up and down on his cock.

"Fuck!" She said suddenly, leaping off him.

"Condom! Condom!"

Sam pointed toward his bag, laying near the entry way. Kelsey dashed over to it and tore it apart, throwing things in all directions. She dashed back, several condoms in her hand. She tossed them onto the bed, keeping one. She quickly ripped it open and a moment later was skinning it down over her brother's cock.

"Fuck, I was so fucking horny I almost forgot the condom." Kelsey said, leaning in, fiercely and deeply kissing her brother, her pink tongue darting in and out of his mouth. He returned the kiss with passion.

Kelsey remounted him, groaning deeply as his cock slid back into her. He felt her pussy twitch and tighten around it. Kelsey returned to her slow, rhythmic ride. Sam watched her body, twisting and moving above him. He closed his eyes. In his minds eye he could still see her riding his cock. He took several deep breaths, pulling himself back from the brink of orgasm.

Sam opened his eyes. Kelsey had closed hers again. She was riding him, her body rising and falling. Her face had the look of pure concentration. Sam's hands rose to caress her swaying breasts. He slid his hand over them, feeling her nipples slide across his palms.

Kelsey made a half whimper, half moan, and came. Her orgasm was short and sharp. Her body jerked two or three times and Sam felt her pussy tighten and squeeze on his cock. He moaned deeply and then his body arched, rising Kelsey up slightly, pushing his cock all the way into her pulsing cunt. He released with a shudder running through his entire body, his orgasm rippling through him. He groaned and moaned, his hips bucking as his sister, in the thrall of her own orgasm, rode him. Then, she collapsed down onto him, her head nearly butting his. Sam felt one last, long, tight pulse of her pussy pulling the last surge of his orgasm out of his cock.

They lay there, brother and sister, for a long while, the sounds of their heavy breathing competing with the blowing wind outside. Sam felt himself start to soften, but then the thought of what he had just done gave him a jolt and he felt his cock start to stiffen again. He was buried in his sister, engulfed in her pussy, her body laid out on top of him, naked. His sister! The thought was gasoline tossed recklessly on the fire of his lust.

He wasn't done. He placed a hand against the small of her back to hold her and rolled over. Her legs came up around his hips, squeezing tightly as they changed position. Sam leaned in and kissed her deeply. She kissed back, one hand raising up and tangling itself in his short hair to hold his mouth in place. When the kiss was done, he rose onto his knees, pulling his cock from her with a liquid slurp.

It only took him a moment to get the condom off, then another few moments to find one of the others lying on the bed, open it and put it on as his sister watched, wide-eyed, trailing her fingers down his chest, sliding her fingers over his small hard nipples. Her body was heaving as she caught her breath. She leaned up and tongued his nipple.

He moved back between her legs, reaching down to guide his cock into position, then dropped his hips to plunge into her. She moaned and it was her turn to arch her back as he penetrated her again.

"Oh fuck," Kelsey muttered, "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Sam braced his arms to hold his weight above her and started to slowly drive his hips back and forth. It only took him a few moments to find the rhythm. Kelsey twisted and moaned beneath him. He settled into long, slow, strokes, the full length of his cock moving in and out of her. He dropped down onto his elbows, pressing his chest against her soft breasts, pinning her down as the muscles of his ass hollowed with each deep thrust.

Kelsey was constantly moaning now, clinging to him, wrapping her arms around him. Her tongue found his and danced with it, wet and wild. Sam returned the kiss and kept up the rhythm. Each thrust drove him into her, and she met each with a moan. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips, matching each thrust with a counterthrust of her own. She let go of him long enough to slide a hand over his sweat soaked chest, slickly caressing his nipples, then sliding it down between them.

Sam could feel her hand, moving rapidly back and forth as she rubbed her clit. Once she started rubbing her clit, it didn't take long before her body was bucking underneath him and she let out a long, drawn-out moan as she came again. Sam focused on maintaining the rhythm of his thrusts as his sister moved through a series of wave orgasms, one after another rippling through her body, her pussy pulsing around his cock.

It was too much. He felt his own orgasm building, his cock stiffening and then, as he came, matching her pulsing with his own. He groaned and moaned deeply, his hips jerking and jumping. He collapsed on top of her, pressing her fully into the bed, trapping her hand between them. His head dropped into the hollow of her neck and shoulder as she pulled her arm from between them and once again wrapped him in a tight embrace.

They lay there, entangled, for a long time, until slowly each began to relax and let the other from their embrace. At long last Sam rolled off her and laid on his back again. Kelsey rolled over and molded her body into his side. Their chests rose and fell together.

The post orgasm warmth swallowed Sam. He didn't think he slept, but he must have dropped off a little, because the next thing he was aware of was the sensation of Kelsey, running her tongue over his nipple, her fingernails tracing slow circles on his abdomen. He moaned.

Kelsey took her mouth away from his nipple and smiled at him.

"I had to see what those nipples tasted like." She said. "I still don't see how your girlfriend does it. You're what, six inches taller than me? You nearly buried me at the end there. God, that part was hot. There I was, pinned down, my own brothers cock sliding in and out of me, my own cunt trying to hold onto it. Fuck me, I came so fucking hard, both times."

Her hand found his condom covered cock and slowly removed the condom, being careful not to spill it. She held it up for him to see. Then carefully set it over the side of the bed onto the floor.

"What happened to the other condom? I didn't see what you did with it."

Sam laughed. "Fuck if I remember." He sat up and looked around, trying to recreate changing the condom in his mind. He twisted and looked over the side of the bed. The condom lay there, spilled on the floor.

"Well, I hope they've got a carpet cleaner hidden somewhere in this house."

Kelsey laughed softly and then snuggled back into him as he laid back down. He pulled her in close and they lay comfortably together.

"God," Sam said, "after I came that first time, I can't believe how fast I was hard again. There was something about having my sister moaning and cumming on my cock. It was like my cock would not let go of it."

Kelsey reached down and squeezed him lightly.

"You were amazing brother. I haven't cum like that in a while. Usually, I need a bit of time to recover before the second orgasm, but when you started fucking me again, my greedy little pussy couldn't get enough. That first time, I rarely have a penetration only orgasm, but fuck me, I did that time."

They snuggled back in together on the bed.

"Jesus," Kelsey said, "I left one hell of a wet spot. We need to get these sheets off before we stain the couch."

Reluctantly, Sam rolled out of bed. Kelsey followed him and together they stripped the sheets. Kelsey bundled them together and took them down the hallway.

"There's a small washer and drier in the hall closet." She called back to him. Sam heard her open the door just as Kelsey called out "Found it!". Together, they gathered their clothes and took them to the washer as well. Sam loaded the detergent and started it. Naked, they stood and contemplated the machine.

"Shower?" Kelsey asked.

"Shower." Sam agreed, and then wrapped his arm around her waist and walked her into the master bedroom.

"Oh look." Kelsey said, "There's a perfectly good bedroom, and here we were fucking on the couch like mad monkeys."

Sam laughed and started the shower.

The rest of the day passed in a slow and sensual haze. The storm outside was constantly rising and falling as the snow deepened and spun into drifts. On several occasions they found themselves standing at the windows, gazing out at the raw power and majesty of a Sierra snowstorm, arms wrapped around each other.

Around noon, the sudden chiming of their cell phones snapped them out of their post-sex reverie. The return of cell service meant they both settled in and returned texts and phone calls from family, friends, and lovers checking up on them. When the cell phone service dropped again in the early afternoon, they both felt a sense of relief. The world of modern communications was a wonder, but sometimes it was a wonder it didn't make more people drop off the grid. There was something to be said for the silence and the rawness of the winter storm.

After a late lunch, they found themselves curled on the bed in the great room again, listening to the radio and simply cuddled together. Sam slowly ran his fingertips over his sister's body, exploring all her curves. Kelsey matched his exploration with her own, tracing her nails over her brother's skin. The slow caresses brought their arousal back to life.