RIDERS IN THE STORM

The rain hadn't let up all day. It had been coming down hard since before I got out of bed that morning. That in itself would have been fine. I didn't have to go anywhere, and was perfectly happy waiting out the storm indoors where it was snug and dry. The truly annoying thing was that the power was out.

I loved my family and was happy to be home for the summer now that my university exams were well behind me for the year, but too much proximity without any distractions or the ability to escape outside really cut into my sanity. Mom had tried to get us playing some board games, which had been about when I'd escaped to the attic.

One whole end of the attic had been fashioned into a sort of hangout nest for Brandon and I many years ago. Mainly so that our parents would have somewhere to send us when they wanted us out from underfoot. It hadn't changed much since we'd grown up and headed off to further our educations. It was still a mess of an old mattress, some pillows and blankets, and stacks of books and comics and whatever other junk we left lying around.

It was a cozy enough place to hide out for a while during the storm. The sound of the rain drumming on the roof was more soothing than annoying, thanks to the acoustics, and I could watch it come down through the window nestled between the slanting edges of the roof.

There was enough light to basically see, but not enough to read without straining my eyes. I compromised and curled up with some nail polish to paint the extremities of my various digits.

I only had three toes on my left foot remaining when I heard the unmistakable creak of someone else climbing up the ladder. Brandon, I assumed. The 'rents didn't venture up here much, and if they wanted me they would have just yelled up until I answered.

"Hey, Allie," Brandon said. "What's happening?"

"What do you think?" I asked as he padded over, hunching slightly under the low, sloping ceiling. "Dick all, basically."

"Yeah." He sighed. "I'm bored out of my skull too."

He sprawled out across the mattress, jostling me slightly in the process as my seat shifted beneath me. I paused my painting until he was all settled.

Brandon grabbed a nearby comic and spread it open in front of him. He flipped a few pages, then tossed it aside.

"Booorrred," he announced.

"Yes, I know," I said. "What do you want me to do about it?"

"Amuse me?"

"Fine." I put the finishing touches on my pinkie toe. "Give me your hand."

"Why?"

"So I can do your nails. Duh."

"First of all, no. Second of all, how exactly would that amuse me?"

"You have any better ideas?"

Brandon glared at me. "Not really. But still no."

"Whatever."

I rearranged my pillows and propped myself more comfortably against the wall. I stretched my legs out to examine my toes in the dim lighting. They looked ok, but without proper light to see by I couldn't say for sure.

Brandon sulked and tried reading again. I wasn't sure if it was the lighting, or if he'd simply outgrown the stash of comics in our hideout, but he didn't last very long the second time either.

"You could grab a flashlight if you really wanted to read," I suggested.

He shrugged. "I don't. I just want to do, you know, something. I don't think comics are it."

"No. Perhaps not."

Brandon was quiet for a moment, then, "If I let you paint my toes, promise you won't tell anyone?"

"For real?"

"Yes, dammit."

I grinned. Big bro Brandon gonna let me pretty him up. He really was losing it. "Deal."

Brandon pulled off his socks, and I made him sit with his feet near the window for what little bit extra light I could get.

"No girly colours," he warned me.

I rolled my eyes. "No pink or yellow? Such a boy."

"Yes, I am a boy, actually. I think no pink or yellow is fair. Or purple."

"Purple's not girly."

"Is."

"Isn't. Dudes can wear purple. It's, like, royalty colour. Not girly."

Brandon considered. "Maybe some purples are ok," he grudgingly admitted. "But still, no purple."

"Fine. So, what, like a nice manly black? For your brooding and edgy masculinity?"

"Hmmm..."

"Too bad. Trick question. Not doing black anyway."

I pulled out a blue that I assumed wouldn't be too objectionable. Brandon didn't say anything as I settled in and placed his foot in my lap for easy access, so I went ahead with it.

"You have nail polish remover, right?" Brandon asked.

"Of course I do. Not chickening out already, are you?"

"Just checking, is all."

"Uh huh. Sure."

Naturally, Brandon spent the next little while acting like he didn't care one way or the other what I was doing. He kept sneaking peeks at my work, however, which rather undercut his attempt at indifference.

"There," I said. "All finished."

Brandon wiggled his toes around, catching them at different angles. "That's not bad," he admitted grudgingly.

"Not too girly?"

"Enh. Still pretty girly."

"Well now you gotta deal with it. So too bad."

I pushed my brother's feet away and got settled back in more comfortably. I pulled out my phone, but I still only had a quarter battery left and no wi-fi, with no idea when the power would be back, so I sighed and put it away again.

"Can I do your fingers?" I asked.

"Hm?" Brandon flicked his gaze toward me, then seemed to grasp what I was referring to. "Oh, hell no."

"Why not? We can clean them off after."

"No. Toes were one thing. They aren't that visible. I'm not risking fingers."

"No one'll know. Paint 'em, wipe 'em, done. No problem."

"I said no."

"Fine."

I folded my arms and sulked on my side of our nook. Now that I had a taste of painting Brandon's nails, the thought of getting his fingers too gnawed at me. I really wanted to do it, but obviously couldn't without cooperation.

****

Getting called down for lunch was a bit of a mixed bag for me. It was something to do, which was good, but I was also halfway toward napping at the time, and I wasn't sure that it wouldn't have been better just to get some unneeded sleep in to pass the time.

Our meal consisted of sandwiches and our choices of slightly-too-warm beverages. It was adequate.

I kind of zoned out while eating until Mom asked me something about my nails. That was al fine and good. I showed her my hands, then even lifted one of my feet high enough that she could get a look at it. What I hadn't counted on, or even considered, was that she'd then take a look at Brandon's toes.

I was pretty sure it wasn't even on purpose. Mom just happened to glance down at Brandon's feet as her head swung back, and he happened to be sitting in such a way that his toes weren't safely hidden in shadow. Whatever the case, Mom's eyes narrowed as she took in the sight.

"I see Allie's done your toes as well," Mom said.

Brandon stopped chewing and set his sandwich down so carefully that my eyes widened in anticipation of a massive overreaction from him. He glared back at Mom.

"Yeah, so?" he said.

Mom took a few seconds, then went back to her food with the same slow deliberation as Brandon had demonstrated. I was about ready to duck under the table for cover by this point.

"It's nice that you're playing together," Mom said. "You're going to clean it off after lunch, no doubt."

"Of course he is," Dad said. "Just playing around, as you say."

"I don't see how it's any of your business, really," Brandon said.

Aw shit.

Mom sat up straighter with an air of Perfect Civility about her. "You're just being contrary now, dear. We all know it was Allie's doing." I got a Perfectly Civil Glance of my own. "Which would have been far more adorable had you both still been children at the time."

"Adults can wear nail polish too," I muttered as I slipped down in my seat in preparation for ducking under cover.

"Yes," Mom said patiently. "And that's fine for you. But Brandon's a boy."

"Ah," said Brandon. "That explains a lot."

Mom and Dad both turned distinctly toward him, and it was really only a toss-up as to which would Politely Chastise him first. God I hated family meals sometimes. It was all fun and food until me or my brother did The Wrong Thing. Then god help us.

"Well that was delicious," I said loudly, patting my tummy in an exaggerated manner.

"Allie, dear, you haven't even finished-" Mom started.

"Yup, very tasty," I continued. "I'll probably need to take a nap now. So sleepy after such a-"

"Allie," Dad said. "Don't-"

"Quite right," Brandon agreed. "Very nice. Very filling. Off to have a nap. Good thinking, sister mine."

As one, Brandon and I rose and took our nowhere-near-emptied glasses and plates off to the sink, presenting a united front so our parents didn't know which of us to accost. Sibling teamwork had always been their greatest weakness.

We escaped back to our attic sanctuary and closed the trap door behind us. Not that battening the hatches would stop yells from reaching us, but it made us giggle like kids all the same.

"Boy, they did not like your painted toes," I said as I flopped onto our hideout's mattress.

"Hell no they didn't," Brandon said, sitting down next to me with a bit more care than I'd shown in my landing. "I can't believe I forgot to put my socks back on."

I shrugged. "Shoulda been fine still. Just a freak accident Mom even noticed."

"Yeah, really."

I waited a moment to see if he'd say anything else, then, "So, uh, should I get out the nail polish remover?"

Brandon gave me a funny look, then critically examined his toes. "Not just yet," he said slowly.

"No?"

"Not yet," he repeated.

"Uh huh. So you like them after all." I grinned. "'Cause they're so cute, right?"

Brandon rolled his eyes. "I really wish you wouldn't use words like that."

"No? What description should I use?"

"I don't know. Just... it'd be nice if you wouldn't make Mom and Dad sound like they have a point."

I bit my lip. "But, uh, you didn't want to keep your toes painted anyway, right?"

"Well... I kinda do now out of spite."

"Oh sure. That makes sense."

Brandon flexed his toes a few more times. "Although..."

"Yes?"

He hesitated, then shook his head. "Nevermind. Forget it."

"Nuh uh. You were about to say I did such a great job that now you wanna keep 'em. You can't just not say it."

Brandon rolled his eyes. I grinned impishly at his reaction.

"Absolutely wasn't gonna say that," he said.

"Well, the world will never know for sure."

"The world's got nothing to do with it."

Brandon went all pensive and brooding, so I ignored him and stared out the window. Nothing but rain. It was oddly hypnotizing in its constant staccato. I wiggled around to get a bit more comfortable as I let it seduce me into complacency.

"We could go run around in the rain," I said.

It took Brandon a moment to respond. "Is that a serious suggestion?"

"I dunno. Maybe. Why not?"

"Because... reasons."

"Ah, well then. I see the error of my ways now." I scooted over to my stash of nail polish.

"What are you doing?"

I grinned evilly at my brother. "I'm gonna paint your fingernails. And they are gonna be sooo girly. Bright fucking pink."

"And why would I let you do that?"

"'Cause you shot down my last idea."

"That doesn't even begin to make sense."

I shrugged and pulled out my bottle of bright fucking pink nail polish. Brandon rolled his eyes.

There was a brief scuffle as I tried to sit next to Brandon while he pushed me away or retreated from my reach. It got pretty stupid and giggly, without anything at all being accomplished.

"Changed my mind," Brandon said. "Maybe prancing through the rain would be better than this."

"That's the spirit!"

****

We had to sneak down to the back door without being spotted. It had taken some further deliberation to sketch out a rough plan, let alone come to an agreement that we were actually doing this thing. Once I'd gotten the idea in my head, I wasn't letting go of it. It was the only semi-fun thing I might get to do all day. Brandon's toes excepted.

"We're gonna get soaked," Brandon said as he looked out the door.

"Duh. It's raining," I said.

I pulled off my shirt, then worked on my pants.

"The hell are you doing?" Brandon asked.

"The hell do you think I'm doing? You want me to go out all fully dressed and get my clothes wet too?"

"Well... no, but I don't really want you to get naked either."

I smacked my brother in the face with my jeans, the put my hands on my hips as I stood in just bra and panties. "Not naked, dummy. Even if it's just you, I don't plan on going that far."

"Just me? What does that mean?"

"What do you think it means. You're a boy, but you're, like, not, too. 'Cause you're my brother."

Brandon's expression was halfway between annoyed and exasperated. "Am I s'posed to strip too?"

"You can do what you want. I'ma have dry clothes to come back to, that's all I'm saying."

I didn't wait for him. I was committed already, and despite my lack of forethought and general brashness, I knew if I just stood there I'd get shy. Partial nudity wasn't really a big deal, unless I stopped to think about it. And if Brandon decided to make it a bigger deal...

But it was fine. I got out in the rain and forgot all about my creeping doubts. I was drenched almost immediately and was very glad not to have all my clothes on, as they would have been a soggy, clingy mess.

I walked forward with my arms spread and my face uptilted. The rain hit me in a constant soft drumming no matter where I moved. It would have been the world's best shower if only the temperature had been warmer, and if I didn't mind the lack of privacy.

Brandon followed me, though he was slow about it. I was halfway across the yard before I turned, and he was only just stepping onto the lawn by that point. He didn't appear quite as free in his enjoyment of the rain, though he was just as half-naked and soaked as I was.

"Thought you were gonna chicken out," I said.

"Well I didn't," he said. "It's, like, super wet out here, though."

"Yeah. Duh." I lifted my hands up toward the sky. "That's the fun of it."

Brandon sighed. "Reduced to this. Getting cold and wet for amusement."

"Hm, you're kinda right." I shrugged. "Still, better than nothing."

I twirled away, still taking enjoyment in the novelty of what I was doing. Sure it wasn't exciting or intelligent or really much of anything, but it was a bit naughty and childish. That was something.

Brandon didn't really want to get in the spirit of things. He followed me around, but that was about it. I needed to kickstart him somehow.

In a moment of not thinking particularly clearly, I turned and ran straight at my lethargic brother. He tilted his head in confusion, then easily side-stepped me. I skidded on the wet grass and tumbled to the ground. After a mental check to make sure I wasn't hurt, I burst out laughing.

"You're so weird sometimes," Brandon said.

"I know. That's ok."

He reached down to help me up, and instead I pulled him down to the ground with me. He bumped my chest on the way down, then quickly rolled off. I didn't mind his accidental brush against my boobies, but his reddened face was quite amusing.

"What'd you do that for?" Brandon asked.

"For fun."

"Ah. Right."

I had to put my arm over my face to keep the rain from striking my eyes between blinks. Brandon shielded himself similarly.

"You seem a little tense," I said.

Brandon took a few seconds to answer. "Maybe," he said slowly. "I mean, I am out in the rain in my underwear."

"I guess. That doesn't really-"

"And I can see your nipples."

I looked down at myself. My transparent and clingy bra was, indeed, failing to properly cover me. "Oh."

"Yeah."

"Is that all?"

"Isn't it enough?"

"Maybe." I took a moment to consider. "That seems like a pretty minor thing though."

"Easy for you to say."

"Yeah, ok then."

I didn't cover myself. I didn't really care that much. I wasn't even sure if Brandon really minded, or if he was just expecting me to be embarrassed about it.

"I'm getting kinda cold," I said.

"Yeah. I was wondering how long that would take," Brandon said. "You know, 'cause it's raining and you took most of your clothes off."

"Ok, ok, Mr. Smartypants. Are you gonna be cranky about being out here? Because I didn't force you or anything."

"M'not cranky."

"Sure you aren't."

"I'm not!"

I rolled onto my side facing him. "Prove it."

Brandon just looked at me, then casually reached out and pushed my shoulder, knocking me onto my back. I rolled toward him again, and again he shoved me right back down again. A faint smirk graced his lips at my struggle.

"Cut it out," I said.

"No."

I lunged at him in more of a tackle, but he was so slippery I slid halfway off. He laughed and rolled over so that he was on top of me instead. I frowned and tried to worm my way out. It didn't do any good. I was slippery too, but not enough to escape his advantage in weight and strength. Stupid boy advantages.

"What were you trying to do, exactly?" he asked.

"Dunno. Somethin'."

"Uh huh."

I looked down at his chest. "I can see your nipples too, you know."

"So what? I'm a boy."

"So you are. A boy with pretty, pretty toes."

Brandon frowned, then reached to my chest and pinched me on the nipple. I opened my mouth wide and indignant, more from shock than because it hurt.

I tried to pinch him right back. He swatted my hand away. I tried again, persistently. He could only use one hand to defend himself since the other was supporting him. One of my attacks got through.

"Ow, hey! I only did it gentle," Brandon complained, rubbing his nipple where I'd tagged him.

"Yeah, but you started it. I'm allowed to retaliate harder."

"Not that much harder."

"Says you."

I jabbed my hand toward him again, and this time he pinned my wrist to the ground. He shifted his weight and pinned my other wrist too before I could try again.

My heart beat a little faster at being firmly held down like that while Brandon hovered just above me. It was a confusing response. He was just my stupid brother after all. Still, we were both half-naked and thoroughly soaked. I could kind of understand where my body's confusion stemmed from.

"Alright, you win," I said. "Let me up."

"Hm..." Brandon considered my request. "Nah."

"What do you mean 'nah?'"

"What's in it for me?"

I squirmed and wiggled in attempt to free myself. It didn't help. And of course my stupid body got more and more excited the harder I struggled without breaking free. It really wasn't grasping the situation particularly well. This was brother wrestling, not sexy boy wrestling. Big difference.

"Lemme up you jerk!"

Brandon smirked. He was enjoying himself now. At least I'd gotten through to him in that sense, if only accidentally. "Don't think so."

I thrashed some more, then pulled my legs up toward my chest. He hadn't pinned them down. I got my feet in the general area of his tummy and pushed them out together. That got Brandon off of me, at least for the moment.

He laughed as he fell away. I pounced as soon as I got my knees under me. This time, I was on top. He'd have an easier time escaping than I had, given that he still outmassed me. He didn't seem to want to fight all the hard at first.

"Now I got you," I said. "What ya gonna do about it?"

"Nothin'."

"Nothing?"

Brandon shrugged. "I kinda dig this, actually."

"Oh god." I sat up, still straddling his tummy, but not holding him down or dangling my boobs in his face quite so much. "Is that how you're gonna play this?"

"I mean, I guess."

"Gross, dude."

And yet, I wasn't as disgusted as I tried to act. Assuming he was telling the truth and not just messing with me, he probably wasn't feeling anything too dissimilar to what I had been moments ago.

Perhaps this whole rainy excursion had been a bad idea from the start. Or maybe not. Too soon to tell.

Brandon reached for my chest and lightly tweaked one of my highly visible nipples. I didn't try to stop him. I realized belatedly that my nipples had stiffened really quite obviously at some point. He hadn't teased me about it yet, but he still might.

"This is probably a bad situation," Brandon said.

"Probably," I agreed.

"We should probably stop."

"We should."

I didn't move. Raindrops coursed down my body to where my brother lay beneath me. I was a mess of confused emotions and uncertainty. We didn't have a definite problem. Not yet. And I wasn't sure exactly what kind of problem we'd have even if we did.

After another few moments of waiting to see if anything would happen, I rose off of Brandon. "I'm getting too cold to stay out anyway," I said.

"Go figure."

We tromped soggily back to the house. My enthusiasm had waned, and I was looking forward to some warm, dry clothes. My mind remained awhirl with the question of whether we'd done something terribly stupid, but I didn't think so. Mildly inappropriate, sure, but we'd probably forget about it as soon as something else interesting happened. It was the boredom. That was all.

I didn't get the chance to fully process my thoughts. Mom was waiting for us when we got back inside, arms folded, a carefully neutral expression on her face.

Fuck.

"Do I even want to know?" Mom asked.

I looked at Brandon. He looked at me. No help there.

"We were playing," I said.

"Playing?" Mom said disbelievingly.

"You know. In the rain. For something to do."

"In your underwear?"

"Better than naked, I thought."

Mom rolled her eyes. She produced a pair of towels and handed one each to me and Brandon. "Dry off. Get dressed."

"Were gonna do that anyway," I said a little sulkily.

"Yes, but you didn't have any towels ready, did you?" Mom said. "What were you going to do, drip water all through the house?"

"... maybe."

I started drying myself off. Mom appeared torn about whether or not to say anything more, then decided against it and walked out.

"That could have gone worse," Brandon said.

"Yeah. She could have said something about your dick hanging out."

"Wha-"

Brandon looked down with such a look of concern and embarrassment that I almost felt bad.

"Made ya look."

"Dammit, Allie."

I smirked to myself and kept toweling off.

I didn't want to put my dry clothes on over my wet underwear, but I also didn't have privacy to strip with impunity. Brandon wasn't really paying me any attention, so I turned my back, unhooked my bra, then deftly slid it off, padded myself dry, and slipped my shirt back on. Not deftly enough as it turned out.

"You know I'm still right here," Brandon said.

"Yeah, I do. Just don't look, pervo."

"I'm not. But again, I am literally right here."

"Then close your damn eyes or something."

I didn't even check to see if he was looking as I slid my panties off. At worst, he'd get a flash of my butt. He'd be more embarrassed about it than I would if he was still looking.

Brandon was still standing there in wet boxers as I wrapped up my soggy underwear in my towel, freshly clad in my dry clothes.

"Don't stand there all day," I said. "Get a move on."

"Might as well wait for you to go," he said.

"What, you think I'm gonna peek? As if."

"You never know."

"Uh huh, sure. Whatever."

I left without a backward glance.

Unfortunately, I didn't get very far. Not back to my room as intended. Instead, I was accosted by my parents and 'invited' into the living room with them.

"Allie, dear, I think we need to have a chat," Mom said.

I rolled my eyes. "You don't have to freak out. We were just messing around. Being bored. Doing something a bit goofy."

"Yes," Dad said, looking even more uncomfortable than I felt, "but in your underwear."

"So? Why's that so bad?" I tried to keep my voice level. "I don't know why you guys are so upset about stuff today. So what if me and Brandon were in our underwear? So what if I painted his toes? You guys never used to care about us being 'model children' or whatever."

Mom and Dad exchanged a glance. "It's not really about that," Mom said.

"Is it not? Because it seems like you two have been looking for any excuse to tell us we're doing something wrong."

"It's not that it's wrong exactly," Dad said. His leg bounced nervously.

"We're worried about Brandon," Mom said.

That made me pause. "Uh... why?"

Mom now appeared just as uncomfortable as Dad. She fidgeted with her hands as she spoke. "Because of the way he looks at you, Allie. It's gotten worse since you've both been home this time."

"What?"

"She's right," Dad said. "I don't like it, but... there it is."

"Ok, fine," I said. "But right about what?"

"Allie," Mom said patiently, "your brother has a crush on you."

I stared at both of them for a moment, then burst out laughing. The fact that they both sat straight-faced, practically unblinking just made me laugh harder. "Ok, sure, yeah." I shook my head. "You two have lost it, haven't you?"

"We most certainly haven't," Dad said. "If you-"

"Yeah, no. That's stupid," I said. "It's Brandon. Come on. Find a better excuse. Or, better yet, if you don't want him doing 'girly' shit, just stick with your original sexist line. It's annoying, but at least it makes sense."

"It's not about him doing... girly things. Or whatever," Mom said. "We're worried he's only doing them because you want him to."

"We may not have been doing a good job putting some space between you two," Dad said. "Picking a fight over toenails may not have been our greatest move."

"Yeah right," I said.

Mom sighed. "Just think about it, please. Think about what you ask Brandon to do, and whether he actually wants to, or whether he's only doing it for you. And maybe... maybe try to keep some space between the two of you. If you can. Just for a while."

I folded my arms tightly across my chest. "It bothers me that you're both so serious about this."

"We don't much care for it either," Dad said.

"Yeah, I bet." I shrugged and turned away. "I'ma go be somewhere more sane for a while."

****

Despite my best efforts, my parents' words stuck with me. I returned to the attic lair and lay by the window, staring blindly out at the rain while my mind whirred unabated.

The truly annoying thing was that Mom and Dad clearly believed what they'd told me. They never would have said it otherwise. It sounded ludicrous, and yet...

"I was wondering where you were," I said as I heard someone else climbing the ladder into the attic.

"The power's back on," Brandon said. "I thought I might as well get a shower while I could. A real one."

"Ooh, mister fancypants, too good for standing out in the rain to get clean."

"Yep. That's me." He sat down next to me. "I thought you might come back to civilization. Or at least turn on a light up here. It's getting dark out. Darker, I should say."

I shrugged. "Didn't realize the power was back. Nobody told me."

"Sure. Fair enough."

Brandon sat with his knees pulled close to his chest, arms draped casually across them. He hadn't put socks on, so his painted toes were still freely visible.

"You want me to get the nail polish remover?" I asked.

Brandon looked down at his feet as though only just remembering about his toes. "Oh, uh... hm."

"Very decisive of you."

"Well, like, I don't know. There's no rush."

"I see." I eyed him warily. "So you actually do like it? At least a little?"

Brandon eyed me back even more warily. "I guess? As long as you're not gonna make fun of me about it."

"Hell no. I'm just glad that... actually nevermind."

"Nevermind what?"

I cursed myself silently for slipping up. I really didn't want to repeat anything Mom and Dad had said if they hadn't talked to him about it already. It just felt weird putting the same thoughts in his head as were now floating around mine.

"Nothing. The 'rents just had a stupid theory, is all."

"About what, exactly?"

I sighed and steeled myself. "They thought you were crushing on me, and basically just doing anything I wanted."

I winced as I waited for a reaction, then cautiously peeked through slitted eyes. Brandon was sitting silent and still.

"Well," he said. "I-"

"Oh goddammit."

"I-"

"They're right, aren't they?"

"I just-"

"I mean for fuck's sake. Of all the times for them to be perceptive."

"Allie, would you shut up for half a second?"

I glared at Brandon, but stayed quiet all the same. Mostly I was hoping he'd say something to put me at ease if I gave him the chance. He didn't.

"They're not entirely incorrect," he admitted.

"Dammit."

"But it's not a big deal."

"Not to you maybe."

"No, seriously. I mean, it's just a stupid thing, nothing to worry about. Doesn't have to affect anything."

"It already has."

Brandon looked at me. I turned my head away, staring back out the window. Silence descended, broken only by his fidgeting and shifting.

"I'm sorry," he said at last. "I really didn't mean to."

I stayed quiet a moment longer, then sighed loudly. "No, don't be sorry. It's not something you can help."

"You got that right."

"Besides, it mostly just bugs me that they were right. They give some stupid excuse for being shitty, and it turns out not to be an excuse after all."

Brandon smiled ruefully and ran his fingers through his hair. "Yeah. Sucks, don't it?"

"Kinda." I studied Brandon; his posture, his expression, the way he was only looking at me from the corner of his eye. "Was the whole underwear rain thing a huge mistake?"

He winced and turned away entirely for a moment, then looked back sheepishly. "I saw an awful lot of you."

"I know. I didn't think it was a big deal. I mean, I saw you too... 'cept it's different."

"It definitely is," he agreed.

I bit my lip, then pressed further, just out of curiousity. "I assume you were totally checking me out the whole time we were out there."

Brandon blushed adorably. "Come on, Allie."

"Well you were, right?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe? More like definitely."

He gave me a funny look. "You sound like you want me to say yes."

I bit back an instinctive denial. Did I want him to say yes? Shit, maybe I did. But why, though?

"Nah, whatever," I said. "Just teasing."

"Uh huh. Sure."

The tension between us dropped slightly, but was still pretty thick. I lay where I was, pretending to be cozier and more comfortable than I actually was. Brandon scratched at non-existent itches and kept looking toward the trapdoor exit from the attic.

"You can go," I said. "The power's back on. You don't have to stay up here with me or anything."

"You don't have to stay either," he said.

"Yeah, but I got the better spot. I don't need to leave."

"Is that right? Are you sure you aren't just hoping I'll leave so you can brood up here by yourself in the dark?"

"Pff, as if. You're the one who needs to brood. I'm not the one with a hot sister to obsess over."

Brandon shook his head. "I never obsessed."

"Never?"

"Mostly never. Never-ish."

"Uh huh."

"Ok, sometimes I did. But I tried really, really hard not to."

"If I let you keep talking, is this just gonna get progressively worse?"

"Only a little."

"I see."

Brandon stared down at his hands, with only occasional glances over at me to gauge my reaction. Every flick of his eyes in my direction made me just slightly more nervous and fluttery in ways I didn't understand. I was pretty sure I still wasn't mad at him or anything, but there was definitely something happening.

"You look good in soaked underwear," he said.

"Dammit, dude."

"Sorry. True though."

"You are just the worst sometimes. I thought we were getting through this."

"We are."

"I'm not convinced." I sat up. "I might go see if the internet's back up."

"Oh. Yeah, I guess maybe..."

I frowned. "Maybe what?"

"Nothing."

"You don't expect us to both continue sitting up here in the dark like cavemen, do you?"

"Well... isn't that what you were going to do?"

"I was going to brood. That's different. Can't brood in pairs. It just isn't done."

"Ah. I see."

I shifted a bit. "So I'm going to go."

"Sure."

"Somewhere else."

"Naturally."

I still didn't leave. I wasn't sure why I was stalling, but I definitely was.

"Or I could stay," I said.

Brandon smiled shyly. "You could."

I really didn't know what the hell I was doing. If he was any other boy who was crushing on me, anyone that I didn't particularly want to feel that way about me, there was no way I would have stayed in a dark, confined area with him any longer than necessary.

But this was Brandon. My brother. It wasn't like that. Or, actually, it kind of was. But still wasn't.

It was complicated.

I lay back down, mentally squirming under the suspicion that I was making the wrong move. Brandon lay next to me on his side. He reached out and set his hand on my tummy. I bit my lip and raised an eyebrow at him.

"You know I didn't say you could do that," I said. "Right?"

"Yeah. I know."

"Ok."

I left his hand where it was. It was making me all fluttery inside. My brother's touch had never done anything like that to me before. But then, I'd never considered that it could. It simply hadn't occurred that it would ever mean anything between us. Not until now. Stupid parents with their stupid warnings.

"You're very warm," Brandon said.

"Oh god." I let out a nervous giggle and pushed his hand away. "You can't say shit like that."

"Why not?"

"'Cause it's dumb. Of course I'm warm. You've got your hand all up on my tummy."

He replaced his palm, though under my shirt this time. "So soft too."

"Dammit, dude."

I turned my head away, but didn't stop him. Admittedly, I was enjoying the illicit attention. I wasn't going to let it go any further or anything, but it was a bit of a naughty thrill to know the sorts of things that were probably going on in my brother's head.

It was crazy to think that he was actually interested in me in that kind of way. Me. His sister. Goddamn. So bad.

Brandon moved his fingers, just a little, just enough for me to notice. I did nothing. His hand started moving in small circles. I still did nothing.

No matter how I tried to deny or justify it in my head, I was letting my brother feel me up. It wasn't all that naughty yet. Nothing that couldn't be explained away later with the benefit of time to rationalize. But it was definitely happening, and if I didn't stop it...

Brandon's hand crept higher and higher beneath my shirt. I looked at him, staring into his eyes as he reached for my breasts.

"Brandon! Allie! Supper's almost ready! Get down here!"

His hand jerked away and we both stiffened comically in shock as Dad's voice carried up into the attic. A moment later we broke down in a fit of giggling as the tension drained away.

"You were gonna grab my tits," I said between snickers.

"Might have."

"Definitely would have."

Brandon shrugged. "Enh. I was just seeing what you'd do."

"Like hell." I bounced to my feet. "But you missed your shot. Don't think you're getting another one."

"Wait, so I had a shot, is what you're saying?"

"Guess you'll never know now."

****

I studied Brandon obsessively over the dinner table. He didn't seem any different from any other family meal, except that he flushed slightly a couple times when he noticed me staring.

I'd tried to maintain a flippant attitude about his attempt at touching my boobs, as though he wouldn't have really done it, or I wouldn't have cared even if he had. I wasn't sure either of those assumptions were actually safe to make. The more I thought about it, the more it gnawed at me.

Once again, I reserved a little corner of my mind for being annoyed with our parents. If they hadn't said anything, I wouldn't still be puzzling and pondering when I should have been happy and carefree.

I grabbed a shower after eating, partly because I needed one, and partly because it was an excuse to hang out by myself with no possibility of interruption.

Sometimes showers were a chance for some 'me time.' This was not one of them. I was very careful not to play with myself, or even do anything to turn myself on. With this new familial development in my head, it just felt weird to touch my naughty bits in any kind of erotic way.

I did, however, take some time to examine my nude body in the mirror afterward, once I'd wiped the steam off it. I didn't exactly see myself as a 'seductress' of a sister. It wasn't like I had a porn star level of irresistibleness going on.

But then, it wasn't all about pure, physical beauty. I wasn't so naive as to think that was the only thing that mattered. My own crushes had sometimes been purely visual, but they were so much stronger when I had some other connection to the boy in question. Some flirting, or perhaps a deep, interesting conversation or two went a long way to building whatever latent attraction was there and would otherwise have been ignored.

Presumably, it was similar for Brandon. He must have found me just attractive enough that our casual closeness filled in the rest.

I thought back to all the times we'd hung out in our attic hideout, just the two of us. Or when we'd stayed up late watching movies. Or met up on the weekends during the school year. There'd been plenty of opportunities, even if I had no idea what had truly instigated his infatuation with me.

Without even thinking about it, I wrapped my towel around my otherwise naked body and headed to my room. Brandon happened to be walking down the hall as I came out, and he stopped short when he saw me.

"Well that's not fair," he said.

I rolled my eyes. "Wasn't on purpose, I assure you. Also, get over it. You've seen me wearing towel-dresses before."

"Yeah. I have. Wasn't easy those times either."

"Oh come on. You're seriously going to tell me this is what made you go all weird about me?"

"One of the things, sure." Brandon carefully stepped closer, not quite in arm's reach, but near enough. He ran his hand down through the air, indicating my admittedly skimpy attire. "I mean, look at you."

I flushed slightly, partly because that was literally what I'd just been doing. I hadn't checked out how I looked in a towel. Maybe I was more tempting that way? Covered, but only just. Giving some tantalizing glances, threatening to show more. Kind of like our underwear rain dance...

Shit. I was not helping things at all, was I?

"Well maybe don't look, then," I said.

"Yeah right. Like it's that easy."

"It is."

He shook his head. "No. It isn't."

Brandon stepped closer. His fingertips ran up the line where my towel closed. I clutched it tighter, just in case he tried something stupid.

"You know the worst part?" he said in a low voice. "I halfway think you'd be ok with some stuff that I thought was totally off-limits before."

"Wouldn't," I said in a small whine.

"You almost let me touch your boobs."

"Didn't."

"You so did."

Brandon flicked the top of my towel open, though it didn't really go anywhere since I was holding onto it. All that really happened was more of my cleavage was exposed.

"Stop that," I said in an entirely unconvincing voice.

"You'd let me do it right now."

"Wouldn't!"

I turned and stalked off to my room, for real this time. I salvaged what dignity I could while awkwardly holding my towel closed with both hands.

Brandon was a few steps behind me, but he closed fast. I knew he was going to follow me. I also suspected that I wasn't going to stop him, and not just because I didn't have any hands free.

Something was seriously wrong with me.

Hell, something was seriously wrong with him too. He was the one who wanted to feel up his sister. Considering letting him didn't seem so bad in comparison.

It was still bad though.

"This is the second time you're going to try and peek while I'm changing," I said.

"To be fair, the first time you just kind of started taking clothes off in front of me."

"And this time?"

There was a long pause. "This time I guess it's my fault," Brandon admitted.

He closed the door behind us. We were alone in my room, lights on now that the power was restored. I still clutched my towel as a nudity-shield.

"Don't look while I'm changing," I said.

"Ok."

I didn't really believe that he wouldn't look, but I needed the pretense if I was ever going to drop my stupid towel. I let it fall to the floor once my brother had his back turned. He still didn't peek, even with the audible cue of my nakedness.

I tried to set a brisk but unhurried pace while getting my clothes on. Mostly I just succeeded in nervously fumbling everything and taking much longer than if I'd been in no rush at all.

"Show's over," I said. "You can go now."

"Who says I was here for that?" Brandon asked.

"Well, considering you followed me in here in hopes that I'd get naked..."

"I'd almost think you didn't trust me, with that tone."

"I don't, in this case."

"What, you think I can't help myself?"

"Basically, yeah."

"Then why'd you still let me stay in the room?"

I folded my arms and glared at Brandon, but he had a point. "Because I'm very confused."

"Confusion? That's what you're going with?"

"I guess." I shrugged. "I mean, what do I even do with you now?"

"Nothing's changed."

"Things have absolutely changed. You never tried grabbing my tits before today. You never tried to perv on me nearly so blatantly."

Brandon smiled ruefully and ran his fingers through his hair. "No, perhaps not. Maybe... maybe I'm a bit confused too. Maybe I just thought it was worth a try."

"Because I might be into it?"

"Well you never know."

"Really? You think?"

"Hard to say. You always get so close, and you're so casual around me, and you're always getting me to do things..."

"Yeah, 'cause you're my brother."

"Is that all it is?"

I hesitated, then dropped my arms and scratched an imaginary itch. "I think so."

"So you definitely wouldn't want me to do this, then?"

Brandon reached forward and cupped my breast. I looked down at his hand, then up at his open, questioning face.

"You shouldn't do that," I said.

"Of course I shouldn't. That wasn't the question."

My heart pounded. I pushed Brandon's hand away so he wouldn't feel just how anxious and excited I was. I didn't want to have to try explaining that to him when I couldn't even explain it to myself.

"Don't be difficult," I said.

"I'm not sure I can help that."

"You could try."

"Yeah, I could. But you don't make it easy."

I swallowed hard. My mouth was so dry the motion almost hurt. "S'not my fault."

"Some of it is."

"You're my brother. I didn't know it'd go like this."

"Neither did I. Didn't stop it." He stepped uncomfortably close. "Didn't stop all those peeks you gave me, or the feels, or when you do that thing where you make me do something and just assume I'll eventually give in."

"That was just s'posed to be fun."

"Uh huh."

Brandon's hands went to my hips and started a painfully slow creep up my sides. I melted under his illicit touch. He wasn't supposed to make me feel that way. He was just my brother. Someone I could hang out with and be myself, be free, never have to feel like he might actually think dirty stuff about me. And yet, here we were.

Somehow, I couldn't even bring myself to hate it.

"I peeked a little while you were changing," he said softly.

"I knew you would."

"Couldn't help it."

"Whatever."

He was pulling me closer, his hands sneaking around to my lower back for leverage. I pushed weakly at his chest, making a token effort at breaking free. It didn't work.

"You don't know what you do to me sometimes," Brandon said. "Especially when you don't mean to."

I let myself slide toward him a little, enough that my leg bumped against a hard bulge in his pants that I'd suspected would be there. He groaned at the sudden pressure on his growing erection.

"I might have some idea," I said with as much false confidence as I could muster.

Neither of us knew what to do from there. We didn't move for what seemed like a small eternity, except that I could feel my brother's cock pulse and stiffen even further against my thigh.

My heart pounded like crazy and I felt a bit dizzy, despite my utter lack of exertion. I was so desperately out of my depth trying to figure out what was happening and what I wanted.

Even what Brandon wanted wasn't totally clear. Sure he was into me in an inappropriate kind of way, that much had been proven beyond a reasonable doubt. But what did he actually, truly want from me? To feel me up? To generally perv on me? To maybe...

I bit my lip and flushed at the idea of sex with my brother. It was a ludicrous notion. Totally insane. Surely he wouldn't ever take it that far. But if he did, if he tried something like that, what would I do? What the hell even could I do?

"That feels kinda nice," Brandon said quietly.

"Yeah, I bet it does." I shook my head and pulled away. "You've got me all confused, you know that?"

"It's only fair. You've been confusing me for a while now."

"That doesn't actually make it fair."

"No. Maybe not."

I turned away as Brandon stepped close again. That didn't stop him. He pressed against me from behind instead. His arms went around me, hands clasping at my waist. His erection was no less obvious pressing on my butt than it had been on my leg.

"Stop that," I said.

"Which part, exactly?" he asked.

"All of it."

"You mean stop feeling bad things for you?"

"Yes."

"And presumably stop touching you?"

"Also yes."

"Well, I can't really help you with one of those things."

"And the other?"

"That one I don't want to help you with."

"Yeah. I thought not."

I relaxed my tensing muscles as best I could. I was such a bundle of nerves.

It honestly felt nice to be held by my brother, even if I didn't know that I wanted it. It felt nice to be wanted, to be desired, and for it all to be so very, very naughty.

Our parents knew. They knew about Brandon, and about how he looked at me. They'd just assumed I wouldn't let him touch me now that I knew. And here I was letting him. So bad.

Goddamn, I better not be doing this just to spite them. That would be even worse.

Brandon shifted against me, just enough that I felt his cock grind against my butt. No, I wasn't doing this just because of Mom and Dad. There was something more there. Some part of me that found a crazy thrill in being the object of my brother's lust. A part of me that just didn't care how godawfully terrible an idea it was to let this go on any longer.

"Is this what you always wanted?" I asked softly.

"I wouldn't say always. It's a fairly recent development, all things considered. But yeah, kinda." His palms slid up the surface of my shirt, heading for my breasts yet again. "For a while, I mostly just wanted to see you naked. I got too many teasing glimpses from you. Not that you meant to, I'm sure. But it made me think things anyway."

"You weren't supposed to care about seeing me," I said. "That's the only reason I never worried about you seeing stuff." I shrugged. "But you've seen me naked now, right? So you could just go away happy?"

"That's not how it works. Besides, I still only got peeks."

"Shit. Of course you want more."

Brandon's breath was hot on the back of my neck as he got in closer to my ear. "It's in our nature to always want more. You should know that."

His hands closed on my tits. My tummy fluttered so hard I thought I might actually be sick.

It wasn't fair. The groping, the grinding, holding me the way he was, his soft voice in my ear... if only he wasn't my brother, we'd be in business.

My pussy was protesting that it didn't care about familial bonds. "This is hot," it informed me. "Fucking do something about it," it demanded. Stupid vagina. What did it know?

I shifted my weight and felt the dampness collecting down there. Whether or not it truly had a say, my pussy was going to make its opinion known.

Not fair. Two against one.

Or, perhaps, two and a half against the small, defiant part of me that saw the absurdity of this whole situation. Not good odds, at any rate.

I rubbed back against Brandon, grinding my ass into his crotch. He groaned softly and rocked his hips reciprocally.

I was falling victim to the sweet, seductive allure of what Brandon was offering. I didn't even know if he realized what he was luring me into. He was probably amazed I'd put up with him thus far.

With a speed and decisiveness that surprised both of us, I whirled in my brother's arms and kissed him. His eyes widened to their full size for a second before returning to normal.

Brandon's hands found a comfy perch on my butt as he regained enough control to return my kiss. I snaked my arms around his neck and stood up on tiptoes just so I could press my lips more firmly to his. We locked together in our embrace for long enough that I was panting for breath by the end.

"Ok," I said. "That was it."

"That was what?"

"It." I pushed him away. "You get one kiss. That's all."

"I didn't even ask for it."

"No, you asked for a lot more." I flicked my eyes down to the bulge in Brandon's jeans. "But that would obviously be too far."

He stepped closer again. "Would it?"

I stepped back. "Definitely."

He closed the distance, maneuvering me toward my bed. I let it happen. Maybe I'd hoped that's where he'd lead me. Maybe it was more my doing than his. All I knew for sure was I wasn't surprised to fall backward onto my mattress, nor was I upset by it. I was, however, quite giggly and excited when he fell on top of me.

"One more?" Brandon suggested.

I pretended to resist the idea. "Just one."

We kissed again, our 'one more.' Then again after that. A fullscale makeout session broke out between us, complete with rubbing, fondling, and some nuzzling when we took breathing breaks.

I felt insanely, electrically alive. In bed with my brother, making out with him, grabbing and feeling him. It wasn't right, but goddamn was it fun.

Our bodies writhed together, seeking mutual gratification from the other. I pushed on Brandon's shoulder softly, then more insistently until he finally rolled over and let me be on top for a while.

It meant losing my excuse of being pressured into something, but I didn't care anymore. I wasn't an unwilling participant no matter how comforting the lie might have been. I was just as into this as he was.

I broke away from Brandon long enough to pull my shirt off. He'd already seen my chest in his little 'peeks,' but his reaction was still quite satisfying. I was letting him see me for real now, not just in brief glimpses. I was feeding his crush, and in turn feeding off his desire for me.

Brandon stared adoringly at my tits, then reached up and grabbed gently with both hands. He massaged my boobies, occasionally flicking his eyes to meet mine as though he still wasn't convinced that I was actually giving him such access.

My hips kept rocking while my brother's hands caressed my breasts. I slowly lowered my upper body back down until he had to remove his hands and let me press my chest to his. I kissed him again, long and deep, with plenty of exploratory tongue action in the mix.

I was totally lost to my lust and the unique novelty of it all. I needed more, and we weren't going to stop until I got it.

Brandon rolled me back over and took his turn on top. He didn't lie fully across me, but kept himself partly propped up. The reason for his chosen position became clear when he snuck his hand down my tummy and undid my jeans. Once he had enough room to work, he slipped his fingers into my panties.

I gasped and thrust my hips upward, into his touch rather than away from it. It was just what I needed, a little brotherly fingering to take the edge off.

We kissed again while Brandon worked his magic on my pussy. I was wet enough that his fingers slid around like he'd lubed me up beforehand. I knew where that was going to lead, and sure enough he pressed into me with slow, tentative movements. I spread my legs wider and allowed the digital penetration.

I groaned into Brandon's mouth as he finger-fucked me with increasingly deep movements, then louder as his palm brushed my clit. He hadn't quite found the right area to press his hand, but he was narrowing in and pushing my buttons with ever greater success.

His hard cock poked my thigh through his pants. It moved back and forth a little even while he was concentrating on me, and I raised my leg a bit, propping up my knee to give him more to work with while grinding on me.

Brandon masturbated me with all the frantic vigour of a boy getting into a girl's pants for the first time. It was like he thought if he did a good enough job, I'd fall for him and be his sexy toy again in the future. I couldn't see that happening, but it was a good effort all the same.

I came all over my brother's fingers as they thrust and vibrated, working my pussy into a sopping mess. I rode the illicit high until I started coming down, then had to push him away before I gave in and let him do it again.

"Ok, ok," I said, panting slightly. "That's enough."

He grinned just a little smugly, but he deserved it. "Seemed like you liked it."

"I did. But don't push it. I could still punch you in the nads and tell you to fuck off."

"Yeah, I s'pose you could. Wouldn't be very polite, mind you."

"No, indeed not." I bit my lip and considered. "Not very polite at all."

Brandon hadn't moved away, and was still far too close. I couldn't sort my head back out when he was right there, pressing against me, breath caressing my skin, eyes boring into my soul.

I gave him a gentle push on the shoulder. "Roll over."

"Why?"

"Just do it."

He complied, albeit with quite a bemused expression on his face. I got to my knees and settled next to him. The tent in his pants was even more prominent from this angle.

"Help me get these off," I said.

Brandon quirked an eyebrow, but was all too happy to let me pull his jeans down his legs and past his feet. I hesitated longer at his boxers, but I knew I couldn't back out. It wouldn't be fair, true, but more importantly, I didn't want to stop just yet. Fairness be damned, I was still a horny little thing deep down inside. That was what mattered. If I'd really wanted to stop, Brandon would just have had to suck it up and deal.

His cock sprang to attention once freed of his underwear. I felt an extra jolt of excitement as I actually saw it for the first time. That feeling only grew sharper as I wrapped my fingers around the shaft.

Brandon moaned softly as my hand enclosed his throbbing stiffness. His cock twitched and pulsed in my grasp, eager for release. I just held it at first while I processed the sensations and emotions that threatened to overwhelm me.

"This is only going to happen once," I said, as much for my benefit as Brandon's.

"What?"

"I said-"

"No, I heard. Just... I don't know. That's a weird thing to say."

I shook my head. "Only once," I repeated.

I squeezed a little harder, stifling any argument my brother might try to make. I had all the control in the world over him at that point. He was horny, and I held his cock. I was in charge.

We couldn't do this again. That was only sensible. But for right now...

I stroked my hand up and down Brandon's exquisitely stiff cock. It was such a nice feeling, especially when paired with small gasps and twitches he made.

After making sure my brother wasn't going to do or say anything stupid, I settled in more comfortably. I lay down half on my tummy with my face close to his cock and my arm resting on his leg while I jerked him off.

Precum drooled from the tip and I swiped my thumb across it every now and then to gather some lubrication. Eventually I grew bold enough to flick my tongue out and taste him. There wasn't much to gather in my mouth, just enough for a hint of his flavour.

"Mmm, that's nice," Brandon groaned.

"Yeah, I bet," I said.

"You could do it more, if you want."

I snorted. "Gee, thanks for the permission."

It was tempting to be contrarian just for the sake of it, but the truth was I actually did want to lick him some more. I restrained myself for just long enough to make a point, then darted in for another, longer swipe of my tongue. I traveled the entire length of the underside of his shaft, ending with a swirl of tongue around the head.

Brandon's moans combined with the sheer physical thrill of licking my brother's cock were getting me all wet and horny again. Or maybe still. I hadn't exactly had a chance to calm down and get rational yet.

My oral action progressed to taking him in my mouth and gently running my lips partway down his length. I didn't intend to graduate straight to a blowjob, but it might just have been inevitable. It felt natural enough by that point to carry on and work my way to the base in a gentle series of head bobs, occasionally broken up with pauses to flick my tongue around some more.

Brandon loved it. He was even smart enough not to say anything while I lavished oral attention on his cock. He did, however, start playing with my hair while I sucked him off. That was ok. It felt quite sensual and pleasant, despite what a dirty pair of deviants we were being.

My sisterly blowjob got results. Brandon tensed up just seconds before unleashing salty cum into my mouth. My initial reaction was to pull back and spit it out, but I didn't. I kept him snugly engulfed, allowing my mouth to be filled up.

The taste wasn't good, exactly, but it was pretty sexy, and I was horny enough to get off on the act. I swallowed about half the mouthful, considered what I was doing, then swallowed the rest.

I pushed myself up to my knees, then dragged the back of my arm across my lips to clean up anything I might have missed. Brandon was looking up at me with a dazed, awed expression. I'd probably just strengthened whatever crush he'd had on me to begin with by quite a significant margin. Oops.

"That's not happening again," I warned him.

Brandon shrugged. "I don't believe that. But we can work that out later." He grinned wide and dopey. "Either way, that was amazing. Thank you."

I felt my face heat and had to turn away so he wouldn't see. "Whatever."

He sat up and reached out to gently caress my breast. I let him. This was still technically the same event, so he wasn't immediately disregarding what I'd said. Not exactly.

"Can I lick your pussy?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes. "What makes you think we're not done here?"

"You don't seem done."

"In what way?"

"You just don't."

I stayed put, but I didn't resist when Brandon gently guided me to lie down. Nor did I put up a fight when he started taking my pants off.

My breathing quickened and my pulse pounded. I covered my eyes with my arm as my brother stripped me naked even after I'd assumed he was finished pushing his luck.

It annoyed me that he was right. I didn't want to be finished yet, not really. Sucking him off had gotten me all worked up again. My previous orgasm wasn't holding me over.

"Goddamn, Allie," Brandon said reverently.

His fingers ran a soft, warm course up my bare thigh and over my pussy. His touch made me twitch and tense up despite how I'd known it was coming. It was a whole different feeling from the focused fumbling earlier. He could get his whole hand into play and press as soft or hard as he wanted.He wanted to do more than just feel me this time. He pushed my legs apart and lay between them. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched with lustful fascination as my brother's face neared my pussy.

Brandon's tongue licked a broad swathe the length of my slit. I had to close my eyes and hold back an embarrassing noise in response. He licked a few more times, then paused. I peeked through slitted eyelids, then opened wider when I saw him grinning at me.

"You're very wet for someone who didn't want this," he said smugly.

I frowned, grabbed a handful of his hair, and pushed him back toward my cunt. "Shut up and get back to work."

****

It wasn't until late in the evening that I got a chance to really sit back and reflect. I wasn't on my own at the time, not exactly. I'd opted for chilling with Mom and Dad in the living room, mainly as a way to show that I wasn't spending the whole day sneaking around with Brandon.

They'd never suspect that we'd actually done anything. I hoped they wouldn't, anyway. Just because they'd figured out Brandon had a thing for me didn't mean they'd guess I'd feed into it the way I had. Hell, I wouldn't have ever bet on that result.

I snuggled with Mom on the couch while she watched her show. She toyed affectionately with my hair at times, at others she was too engrossed to notice me. She was so much nicer to be around when she wasn't picking at me or Brandon. Today had been a rough day in that regard, and it was a good feeling to smooth the waters somewhat.

Dad sat in his chair doing a crossword, sometimes getting distracted by the tv as well. I caught him watching me sometimes, but I didn't react or look directly back at him. Like Mom, I think he was happier under the assumption that I was putting some space between me and Brandon.

Little did they know.

I could still feel Brandon's tongue on my clit. I had to squeeze my thighs together every now and then at the memory of it. Not that his technique had been god-like, but it was just so insane and dirty that I'd let my brother, my one and only sibling, eat me out until I came.

It couldn't happen again. I was very firm on that with Brandon, and with myself. I'd been weak to give in before, though admittedly I had no regrets. It had been fun and made for memories I'd look back on for a long time.

And, despite the weirdness, I was glad I knew more about my brother. His big, dark secret about me. It was better than not knowing. I wasn't sure I would have felt that way if I'd reacted to it with appropriate horror rather than being intrigued, but still.

Brandon came down and joined the rest of us for a while. He very wisely left space between me and him, and didn't pay me any particular attention. He also got up and walked out again before any of the rest of us had moved.

I stuck around until Mom started making noises about going to bed. I concurred and declared myself to be rather sleepy too, though I wasn't really. I just didn't want to leave any room for assumptions that I'd be off to hop into bed with my brother, which I most definitely wasn't.

I played with myself a bit in bed before going to sleep. Just a little fingering of my lucky pussy while I replayed the events of the day, focusing heavily on the juicy details. I then rolled over and dozed off a very contented girl.

****

I was gently shaken awake sometime in the middle of the night. I grumbled, but my waker was insistent.

"F'ck 'ff," I mumbled.

"Come on, get up," Brandon whispered.

"I'm not fucking you. Don't even bother."

"I know, I know. It's not about that. I wouldn't have tried when you're sleeping. I'm not that stupid."

"I'm on the fence about that last point."

Brandon tugged at my arm. "Come on. It'll be worth it. Promise."

"Go 'way. I'm naked under the covers anyway."

"Why the hell would that stop me?"

"I... just... I told you we were done, right? No more sexy times. No more nakey sister. Got it?"

"Don't make me carry you. I'll do it."

I didn't move, so Brandon followed through on his threat. I giggled in spite of my annoyance as he dragged me to the edge of my bed and tried to pick me up. He didn't have much luck, and his groping hands were getting feels that I didn't want him getting used to. He'd gotten some boobs and pussy already that day. He'd just have to get used to not getting any more.

"Alright, alright," I said. "Make it quick, though."

"We'll see."

Brandon turned and padded out of the room as I rolled out of bed, still naked. I shrugged and followed him. If he wasn't waiting around to watch, maybe he really wasn't just perving on me some more.

He was only in boxers, and I found myself staring more than I meant to as I tagged behind him up to the attic.

The storm had picked up since bedtime, I could hear it raging outside. The power seemed to still be on for now, judging by the faint sources of light from electronic devices. We didn't turn on any lights, though. We didn't even have to discuss the issue of not wanting to raise our parents from their slumber.

I figured out what Brandon was up to once we neared our attic mattress-fort. A brilliant crack of lighting shone through the window, just barely preceding a boom of accompanying thunder.

"Wow," I said softly.

"Neat, right?"

"Yeah, it's ok."

I knelt down by the window, hugging my arms around my body. I was suddenly conscious and slightly embarrassed of my nudity once we stopped and settled down. The sporadic flashes of illumination made the problem more visible.

Still, Brandon didn't turn to stare at me. He maintained his steady view out the window. I gradually relaxed next to him despite our mutual clothing shortage.

"I don't remember ever seeing lightning like this," I said.

"I know, right?" Brandon said. "Some of 'em, you can see all the little jaggy bits and everything."

"Is it just 'cause it's nighttime, you think? More contrast or something?"

"Maybe. Could also just be that it's so close by."

I nodded. "Maybe."

We kept watching, but the show died down as the lightning moved away from us. Eventually, there was nothing but the more usual flashes of light with none of the cool bolts remaining visible to us.

"Ok," I said. "I'll admit, that was probably worth waking up for."

"Thought it might be."

"Don't get all cocky about it, though."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

Neither of us moved. After a few moments, I leaned against Brandon. He put his arm around me, and I rested my head on his shoulder. He didn't even try using the opportunity to feel me up, which I appreciated.

"You know..." I said.

Brandon waited a moment, then, "Yes?"

"Nothing. Nevermind."

"Uh uh. You gotta tell me what you were gonna say."

"Wasn't anything."

"I think it was something."

"Well it wasn't."

In truth, I was getting kind of horny. I'd been about to say something to that effect, except I realized it was probably a bad idea, and would result on me backing down yet again on my not-so-firm moral stance. We couldn't keep fucking around, even if in the moment it was getting tempting.

I shouldn't have just wandered after my brother without putting clothes on. He shouldn't have come to my room half-naked either. There was some blame for both of us this time. Worse than that, I wasn't sure that I hadn't deliberately opted for nudity, then covered up my decision with rationalizations and laziness.

But that would mean I actually did want Brandon to try something, and that wasn't right. That wasn't me. Probably. Maybe.

Oh goddammit.

As casually as I could manage, I slunk a hand over to Brandon's lap. He quirked his head toward me the very instant I made contact. I saw his mouth open, but it closed again as my fingers crept over to his boxers.

Brandon let out a small, soft groan as I touched his cock through his underwear. He leaned back slightly and spread his legs. I smiled to myself, even as my inner turmoil refused to quiet itself.

Stupid brother being so fascinating and fun to play with. This was his fault. All him.

I massaged his cock with my palm, enjoying the feel of it stiffening within my grasp. The real question was what I was going to do when he got fully hard and wanted more. I had a sneaking suspicion that it wouldn't be an issue once we got that far.

"Let me guess," Brandon said, "this is the last time for real?"

"Oh shut up."

I turned and kissed him, slowly pressing him back until he fell prone with me on top. Rain pattered against the window directly beside us as we made out and pressed our bodies together.

We took turns fumbling with Brandon's boxers, neither of us willing to push the other away long enough to deal with them efficiently. I got plenty of groping feels of his cock in the process, and he reached around to grab my butt a few times.

It was like we hadn't messed around at all earlier in the day. We were both desperately horny all over again, totally lost in exploration of each other's bodies.

My hips rocked, grinding against Brandon's thigh even as he finally made some progress getting his sole article of clothing out of the way. I switched to grinding on his cock as soon as possible, ignoring how blatantly stupid an idea that was. I couldn't help it. Sexing around with my brother did things to me that defied logic and common sense.

"Goddamn, Allie," Brandon breathed. "You know I can't be good if you're gonna act like that."

"You wouldn't be good anyway," I said. "So I'm not sure what your point is."

I braced myself on his chest as I rolled my hips, sliding back and forth along his shaft. His hands went to my tits, softly squeezing and toying with them.

"I was being good," He said. "You were all nakey, and I wasn't even doing anything about it."

"True. But how long was that going to last?"

"Guess you'll never know."

Brandon's shaft had gone slick from all the pussy juices I was transferring. I was having to grind harder to try and find that lovely bit of friction that was keeping me temporarily satisfied.

I squealed as he pushed me over and rolled on top. I couldn't keep a big, goofy smile off my face as he held himself above me, staring down with loving, lustful eyes. His cock stayed right about where it had been, pressing against my hot little cunt.

"This is the last time," I warned him.

"Yes," he said. "I thought it might be."

"I mean it this time."

"Uh huh."

"We can't keep doing this. Making things worse."

"No, indeed not."

His cock slid along my wet slit. He thrust back and forth in short, jerky motions. A couple times I gasped as the tip of his erection bumped my entrance, but he didn't quite connect at the right angle. I was pretty sure he wasn't trying for real yet.

"If this is the last time," he said, "we should make it good."

I nodded weakly, my heart hammering in my chest. "Yeah. Good."

"Like, really good," he hinted.

"Dammit, dude. You're not being subtle. Just do it."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

I wrapped my arms around his neck and clutched tightly for security as he carefully lined us up. I pressed my face into his shoulder and muffled my gasp as he slowly, deliciously, pushed his way inside.

Small shocks of pure delight zapped through me as I was spread open and entered by my brother. My own goddamn brother. Fuck.

He was in me. Deeper and deeper into my little pussy. It was a physical connection beyond anything we'd ever had before. I loved him. Loved feeling him. Loved what he did to me.

I was lost. I knew it in that moment. I could say things like 'not again' or 'this is the last time,' but they didn't mean anything. I had to actually be able to help myself for moral stances to do any good.

I pulled Brandon even closer as he continued to smoothly and gently work his way in. My pussy stretched and engulfed him, snugging around him oh-so-cozily.

My lips found his. They locked together in a long, deep kiss as he buried himself entirely within me. I moaned into his mouth, wriggling slightly from the sheer overwhelming nature of what was happening. My cunt was all filled up with brother-cock. It was about the naughtiest, sexiest thing that we could have been doing, short of getting creatively hedonistic.

Brandon thrust into me in short, but increasingly lengthy motions. My pussy welcomed every single intrusion and sent little shocks of pleasure through me every time he bottomed out.

I ran my hands down my brother's back, softly dragging my nails along his skin. I kissed and nipped at the tender areas around his shoulders, neck, and face. He growled and nipped back when got a little too rough. I don't think he realized just how hot my pussy got when he did that.

Our sibling love-making built to an uncontrolled frenzy. Brandon pounded me hard, my nails dug into his back, and his teeth left a painful mark on my shoulder. I struggled to hold onto him as his movements got wild and frantic.

I closed my eyes and hissed with decadent lust as Brandon's cum erupted inside me. His thrusting slowed down as more and more of his semen was pumped into my little pussy.

Brandon went fully still as he finished, save for his breathing and a slight tremble in his arms. I kissed him once more, then gave him an insistent nudge until he rolled over and let me climb on top.

He winced as slid back onto his softening cock. He'd be sensitive after cumming, but that was just too bad for him. He needn't think I was coming away from this without an orgasm of my own.

I rode my brother slowly and gently until I felt him begin to stiffen up again. My movements got a bit quicker, but still fairly tame.

A small, distant flash of lightning in the far, far distance illuminated the window for a split second, then a muffled roar of thunder a moment later. I gazed out at the rain, the rain that hadn't stopped all day, then back to my brother beneath me. Who would have thought that a storm like this was all it would take to bring us here?

I sat up straight, my posture as perfect as could be, while my hips continued working back and forth. Brandon's cock was back to full strength inside me, and he was no longer wincing. He put his hands on my thighs and caressed them gently, but otherwise let me ride him and go at my own pace. He'd had his fun. It was my turn to get what I wanted.

And I really, really wanted it. I wanted to cum on my brother's cock. It was a burning need deep within. Brandon probably guessed some of it, knew that the more we fucked around, the longer it went on, the harder it would be for me to stop it.

My eyelids fell half-closed as the pressure built. I took my time, didn't let myself rush no matter how badly I wanted to, kept my movements steady and rhythmic.

Brandon's hands went to my hips in an attempt to get me moving a bit faster. I smiled to myself. He'd gone too fast, and now he was trying to speed me up as well. He'd just have to wait, let me do it in my own time.

I squeezed my pussy around him, giving him something to distract him from my slow, deliberate pace. He groaned and ran his hands down my thighs instead of trying to guide my speed.

My orgasm built in the slowest, most sensual way. It was a constant battle with my body not to fuck my brother like a wild thing. I let it happen in its own time until my toes were curled with tingly anticipation, then it all finally crashed down around me in a sublime wave of incestuous ecstasy.

I slowed down to an eventual full stop. I felt so relaxed in the aftermath, so at peace with the world.

Brandon was a different story. He needed to get off again, and that was fine. I let him take over and finish off inside me for a second time. Feeling him cum in my pussy again only added to my angelic afterglow and general soft euphoria.

We lay cuddled together afterward in our dark and illicit love nest. The rain had slowed outside, though still pattered irregularly on the roof and window. I listened to the staccato of raindrops melding awkwardly with Brandon's heartbeat and debated falling asleep where I was.

"That was pretty great," he said.

I nodded absently. "It was."

"You don't regret it, do you?"

"No, I definitely don't." I brought Brandon's hand to my mouth and kissed it. It was easier than moving my whole body around to kiss him properly. I didn't want to disturb my cozy spot all curled up with him. "But we can't do it again."

"No, yeah, sure." He tightened his arm around me. "You're probably right."

****

I woke up the next morning still in my brother's arms. That wasn't good, but in a more immediate and physical sense, it wasn't bad either.

The sun had crept up to cast a pool of warm light over the two of us. It was a very welcome change from the dreary rain and clouds of yesterday. It melded nicely with the warmth of my brother's naked body snuggled up against mine.

I felt when Brandon began to wake up shortly after me. He shifted a bit, his breathing changed, and most noticeably he started caressing me and fondling my tits. Even his cock stiffened as he gradually returned to a fully alert state.

I didn't say or do anything about my brother sleepily grinding on my hip or feeling me up. I should have stopped him right there, just as I should have stopped him every other time things got too far. It wasn't something I was very good at, as it turned out.

"Last night was the last time," I said. "I told you that."

Brandon kissed my cheek. "You did say that. But maybe..."

"We shouldn't."

"I know. I'm not saying we should. Just..."

I sighed. I knew what he meant. It was so warm and lovely, and he felt so good against me, and my pussy was warming up so nicely in anticipation.

"One more time," I said. "But that's it."

I felt Brandon's smile without seeing it. "Sure. One more."

He rolled me over a bit and kissed my ear. I lay on my side while he scooted right up behind me. His cock slid up against my ass, the down again as he guided it between my thighs. I lifted my upper leg to give him more room.

Brandon left his cock tantalizingly grazing my pussy while he reached around and slid his finger down my slit. I sighed happily as he toyed with my gradually awakening little cunt. His fingers, cock, and naked body all cozied up to me were getting the juices flowing in a big way.

After fingering me long enough to ensure I was ready, Brandon guided his cock into me. He gave small, gentle pushes, filling me up agonizingly slowly. I squirmed a bit, but resisted shoving myself back against him. That would be too wanton and eager. Besides, the slow, sensual torture was kind of nice.

There was no hurry to anything that morning. We were warm and cozy together, and neither of us was going anywhere. Brandon rocked back and forth inside me in smooth, lazy strokes. I murmured happily to myself and brought his hand back up to my chest, closing it over my breast.

It was all so very calm, relaxed, and soothingly sexual. It was the very best way to wake up.

At least it was until we got shouted at from downstairs.

"Allie! Are you up there?"

Brandon and I both froze in sudden terror, then relaxed a bit when we realized we weren't actually caught. I craned my neck around to meet his eyes. He shrugged fractionally.

"Yeah, Mom," I called back. "What is it?"

"I didn't know where you were," Mom yelled up. "It's getting late and I couldn't find you or your brother. Have you seen Brandon?"

Quite a lot of him, in fact. Best not to say so. "No, haven't seen him," I lied. "Maybe he went out?"

"Maybe."

I waited, still tense, but no further questioning arose. I finally devolved into a suppressed fit of giggling. Brandon followed suit.

"Well that was stupidly close," I said.

"Kinda was, wasn't it?" he agreed.

"Can you imagine if she'd come up here?"

"I don't even want to picture it."

I was all excited and jittery, and part of me just wanted to escape and get back to safety. However, Brandon was still inside me and I didn't want him gone yet.