8 comments/ 128504 views/ 28 favorites Caught in the Storm By: HotSprings22 As always, feedback is appreciated. ~~~~~~~ Denver had been waiting in her car outside her apartment for 17 minutes when the rain finally slowed. She sat with her apartment key in hand, purse on her shoulder, and her gym bag tucked onto her lap. She eyed the parking lot cautiously waiting for the rain to start again. She decided that if she ran as fast as she could, she could make it to her front door in less than a minute -- more than enough time to avoid getting soaked. With a deep breath she wretched the car door open, hopped out, slammed the door shut and hit the remote lock. She smiled to herself thinking that for the first time ever she'd be able to make it to her apartment without getting soaked. She jogged to her front door happy that she wouldn't have to straighten her curly hair again when she realized she no longer had her keys in her hand. She dropped her bags and groaned as she watched the sky darken. She ran into the parking lot scanning for her keys and as soon as her slender fingers touched the metal ring, the sky opened up and unleashed its torrent of rain. In a matter of seconds she was soaked. By the time Denver got to her door, her t-shirt was soaked through, her hair was plastered to her face in curly ringlets, her sneakers were squeaking and her jeans were uncomfortably tight. As she slipped the key into her front door, she laughed out loud as she realized she always gets caught in a storm. No matter what she tries to do, she always manages to get soaked. She picked up her bags and pushed her front door open and stepped into the hallway of her warm apartment. She dropped her bags and realized that the TV was on, and she hadn't left it that way. If she could guess, as she walked down the hall, she would say that there would be empty beer cans and an empty pizza box on the coffee table. She rounded the corner and that's exactly what she saw. Her older brother Mikey was feigning asleep on her couch with the TV on blast and his hand down his pants. She sniffed the air and realized that somewhere near, her brother had left his smelly hockey gear to air out. "Get up." Her brother didn't move. "Mikey! Get the fuck off my couch!" "What time is it?" he said pretending like he was still half asleep. "I am not in the mood, Mikey. Clean this shit up. " She smacked his feet off the couch and marched to her bedroom to change out of her wet clothes. Denver looked down and realized she was starting to make puddles on the floor. She slammed the door to her bedroom shut, stripped out of her clothes and changed into a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. She could hear her brother clinking cans together in the living room as he cleaned up the mess he made. Her brother was three years older than her and her exact opposite. The only thing the two had in common was their love of sports. Mike was 6'6 tall with a rock hard body, straight dark brown hair and chocolate colored eyes. Denver was 5'6 with curly jet-black hair and green eyes. She was in her second year of grad school and was having a tough time staying motivated. Mikey on the other hand had gotten his Masters in engineering two years ahead of schedule, which their parents loved to brag about. Denver was never any good at school and only kept it up so she could postpone the realities of getting older and settling into a career. Denver struggled with every subject she ever had, with the exception of English, but her brother on the other hand could pass a test without opening a textbook. He was a model student and even better son and Denver resented the fact that no matter what she did, she couldn't get him to leave her alone. He was always checking up on her, or waiting at her apartment. It was like he thought she couldn't exist by herself, and she needed constant supervision, and it was driving her insane. She gathered her hair up in a bun and walked out of her room padding into the living room barefoot. "What are you doing here?" she asked as she continued to the kitchen. She would bet that there wasn't and beer left in the fridge. "I got off from hockey practice early and decided to stop by. I saw you weren't here so I decided to wait for you." Mike was a forward in the town league. "I'm almost tempted to ask for my key back," she grumbled into the fridge after realizing there was no beer. "Why, its not like you bring anyone back here. " Denver slammed the door shut and the magnets holding her 'to-do lists' popped off. She picked them up and put them back on the door in no particular order. Her brother was right, but she didn't need him throwing it in her face. She walked out of the kitchen and stood in the doorway contemplating watching TV on the couch or in her bedroom. "Maybe if you did something with your hair... it looks awful. " Denver glared at him. She tried to think of something to say but she couldn't. There was nothing wrong with him. His hair was perfectly rumpled, he had a little gruff growing on his face, but it made him look older and more distinguished. His sleeveless shirt showed his toned tanned arms to perfection. "You smell like shit. I can smell you all the way over here, " was all she could manage between clenched teeth. Denver stood glaring at her brother willing him with her mind to get up and leave. So far, she wasn't having any luck. "Why haven't you been to any of my games? " he said taking her by surprise. "You love hockey." "Because I hate you, " she said as she stalked off to her bedroom. Obviously he wasn't going to leave and watching TV next to him wasn't going to work. She went into her room and shut the door. Before she could find the remote, her brother was standing in the doorway. "We both know that's not true. " "Look, " she said as she picked up piles of clothes and kicked shoes across the floor trying in vain to find the remote. "I had a really bad day and I just wanna watch TV. You can stay if you want to but just leave me alone. " "No. You should clean your room. How do you ever find anything? " "I'm changing the locks as soon as you leave, " she said not looking up. "Where is the freaking remote? " Mike cleared his throat and Denver narrowed her eyes as she realized he had her remote in his hand the entire time. "Give it to me. " "Answer the question, Denver. " She thought about going over and snatching the remote from his hands but knew that wouldn't work, he was too quick, and much taller than her. So she did what any sensible sister would do in this situation. She walked over to the TV, pushed the power button and flopped back on the bed. Of course she didn't remember that she had been watching the Weather Channel that morning before she left for class. She pretended like this is exactly what she wanted to watch. They both knew better. "Answer the question and you can have your remote, " he said as he walked further into her room. "Leave me alone. " Instead Mike sat down on her bed. "Answer me. You haven't even been to any of my practices. I used to go to yours all the time. " That was true. If Mike didn't have practice or a game of his own, he would be in the stands cheering her on. It was cool in the beginning, but soon her friends began to take more notice in her brother than in her, so she told him to stop coming. When he asked her why she didn't want him there, she said he was embarrassing her, and he never showed up again. Once Mike stopped coming to the games, girls started hanging out with Denver to get closer to her brother. This is the reason why Denver chose to hang out with guys instead; they didn't feel the need to swoon over her brother every time he walked into the room. But by becoming one of the guys, Denver was firmly planted in the friend some, something she sometimes resented. "You have enough adoring fans without me there. Now gimmie the remote. " "What do you mean adoring fans? " he asked genuinely looking confused. "Oh please, at every game there are at least three girls there trying to get your attention. You don't need me. " "How do you know? " "Believe me, I hear about it enough." She could feel her cheeks starting to flush with anger. How could he be so stupid and pretend that he didn't notice all the girls fawning over him? "Every girl I know wants a piece of Mikey Brooks. " "But you're my sister, " he said leaning closer to her. She could feel the heat radiating off his body and suddenly she noticed just how close he was. "Gimmie the remote. " She said trying to get a hold of herself. "Your fan club is big enough, you've got mom, dad and every warm blooded female in a thirty block radius. You don't need it being crowed by little 'ol me. " Denver snatched the remote from his hand and began blindly flipping through the channels. Denver's heart hammered in her ears as she watched her brother's hand make its way to the side of her face. "Don't touch me." "You're so cute when you're mad," Mike whispered, almost to himself. She studied his expression as the back of his fingers gently followed the curve of her jaw. Her breath caught in her throat as he ran the pad of this thumb over her lips. She saw his eyes darken as he focused on her mouth. Then he blinked and it was gone. "My next game is on Friday. " Mike stood and left the room. A few seconds later, Denver heard the front door close. Denver realized she was holding her breath. What the fuck just happened? Caught in the Storm The rain was beating down on the roof like bullets. It sounded like any moment they would break through the meager tin roof and kill the meager humans huddled protectively inside. There was a car parked less than fifty feet away but the curtain of rain hid the vehicle sight even when flashlights were used. Even if the vehicle had been close enough to see the water in the parking lot was ankle deep and since the lot was elevated above most of the roads it was a safe assumption that the drive home would have been at least waist deep it not worse than that. The inhabitants of Joe's Diner were trapped for the duration of the storm and likely for a while after that. There were only two people who'd stayed behind to watch the diner. The six foot seven Vietnam Veteran had stayed behind because he didn't have any place else to go. The truth is that America doesn't take care of her veterans and like many others he'd been cast, literally, to the side of the road when his country had been done with him. It didn't help that he was African American. The dreams of the jungle hadn't let him have a full night's sleep since he'd returned and that fact had robbed him of his wife and child as well as every job he'd tried to hold down. The only thing he had left was his training and his physique which had somehow survived the years between. He practically lived at the diner, helping out with odd jobs when he could and the rest of the time telling stories for spare change. No one was sure where he slept normally but everybody knew that he was one of the people that slept under the diner when it rained. That was part of the point though. It wasn't raining though. Calling the deluge of wolves and lions rain was to elevate the word above and beyond anything it had ever been assigned to. It was positively pouring like God himself had opened a dam over New Seras without a single thought to the people who might be living beneath his private toilet. The amount of water dropping from the sky was blocking out all cell phones, not that cell phones are really that reliable in anything other than perfect weather, but radio communications were knocked out to. For the Vietnam vet it wasn't really that terrifying to be out of communication. The twenty something waitress though was terrified. Tiffany was trying her damnedest to pretend like this was the kind of weather she was used to. She hadn't mentioned to the Vet that she was the only person was still in the Diner other than him. He either knew and was staying to keep her company or he didn't and there was no reason to scare him. Not that he looked like the type to be scared by a little rain. By California standards where Tiffany had been born there was no such thing a little storm. There was normal and oh my God we're headed to Oz and this was a few steps beyond that. Tiffany didn't know what lay beyond the wonderful world of Oz and more important she knew how to get home from Oz so she didn't trouble her blonde head with trying to figure out exactly how hard it was raining lest it take her farther than any land she'd heard of. "You know miss you don't have to stay here for me. You can go home and I'll find my own way if you like." His name was Jim. Jim said she could leave and Tiffany almost jumped at the invitation until she remembered why she'd stayed. Her car had stalled out before she got out of the parking lot. Since the parking lot had been almost empty then she hadn't even bothered getting back into a proper spot. The beautiful brunette smiled at him. "Nah. I wouldn't make it home in this weather. Since we're stuck here I can get you something on the house." Jim returned the smile but shook his head responding his cup of coffee was plenty for the moment. "You mind if I sit?" He motioned evenly to the seat across from him. "You know you come in here everyday and I never got your name." "That's cus I don't give it out often." Jim waited a moment see her face sink. There was just something entertaining about fucking with the younger generations. "Jim. Jim Harris." He reached across the table to shake her hand and found she had a surprisingly strong grip. "So you're not from here. What brought you out here to Mobile?" "A man." Tiffany's eyes shot out the window for a moment but she couldn't even see the sidewalk much less her car. Maybe it had already floated away or one of the wind gusts had taken it to Oz. That wouldn't be so bad it if was true, it was an old junker and the insurance money would buy something better and on the off chance the dinner took her to Oz then she wouldn't have to walk the Yellow Brick road. "My husband. Well ex." Jim didn't even open his mouth to speak. He took a sip of his coffee and waited. "He's a jack ass. Piece of shit Marine just like all the military men." Jim's eye brow rose just slightly if Tiffany noticed she didn't so much as pause. "We'd been dating since we were sixteen, high school sweethearts and everything. We got married just before he went to war, that was about three years back. Now he's stationed out of Pensacola Florida as an instructor. We'll I went to surprise him the other day. You know like a good wife-" Jim knew exactly what she was going to say before she said it "-and I found out he was drilling two of his students." Jim listened in silence as Tiffany told the rest of her sad tale. She'd tried to forgive him but he wouldn't stop. That she'd given him everything she could imagine in bed. Watched porn so she could learn what those girls did and let him live out every fantasy, let him use her body and still he tossed her to the side without so much as a second glance. He was the one who'd actually started up the divorce proceedings. As pathetic as it sounded she would have lived on her life as his dog if he'd let her. She didn't have anyplace else to go. No friends, no family that she was on speaking terms with. So when the divorce had become official she'd left the base and stopped at the first place with "Help Needed" sign and that had been six months ago. There wasn't anything for Jim to say to her. An apology from him wouldn't mean anything so he'd simply listened and sipped at his coffee until it was gone. Then he'd told her his own story about how he'd been drafted into the Marines at seventeen to fight the Vietnam. He didn't bore her with the stories of social injustices. He didn't tell her about his younger brother who broken his arm when police turned a fire hose on him at an equal rights rally. He told her about his then girlfriend Tara. He was in the jungle huddled beneath a piece of canvas in a rainstorm that made this one seem like a light drizzle. He'd been saving her letter for a day like this because it always brightened his day to know that someone out there was in love with him. That was how he tried to remember it anyway. There was another memory though where he'd avoided reading it until a day was finally dark enough to mirror what he knew was inside the envelope that so light he could barely feel it. Either or neither could just as easily have been the truth it was so long ago. "I'm sorry." Tiffany whispered. "Let me get you a fresh cup." She stood up just in time to escape as a branch shattered the window and landed right where she'd been sitting only moments before. The glass exploded inward luckily neither of them were badly cut but Tiffany was paralyzed. Instinct kicked in for Jim though who was on his feet in a heartbeat. He scooped the girl into his arms as if she were still a child and ran with her back towards the kitchen where there were no windows. They could also turn on the stoves to provide some warmth. "You okay?" He waved his hands in front of her ash white face. "Tiffany c'mon it's not that bad. You're not even hurt darlin'." Slowly she blinked and turned to face him then lunged forward wrapping her arms around his neck and sobbing. It took five minutes to get her to calm down and dry her eyes. "It's okay. Just a storm. Been in plenty worse in my day and not all of them in nice sturdy places like this. I promise we're not going anywhere." Tiffany asked if he was sure and nodded. "We aren't goin no place. We ain't leavin till this is over and this place ain't leaven till a bulldozer hits her. Ain't no storm never picked up a building made o'concrete fore and it won't today." Jim was more shocked than anything else when the girl twisted to straddle him and pressed her lips to his. He tried for a moment to pull her off suddenly becoming aware that she was a woman all over. There didn't seem to be anyplace he could put his hands, certainly not on her narrow waist that was far to close to her hips. Her breasts wouldn't do either and the only other choice was to grab her toned thighs. "It's okay Jim. I need something to keep my mind off the storm. I promise you aren't taking advantage." Tiffany said obviously reading his mind as she crisscrossed her hands arms over her torso and pulled the red and white checkered dress overhead. It hadn't crossed Jim's mind before that Tiffany was a white girl. He'd left whatever racism he'd had in a jungle years ago. Until he saw the contrast of his dark brown skin against her peach hued flesh it hadn't occurred that she was anything other than a person. It was obvious then though as she guided his lips to her rosy pink nipples. It was obviously as his hands sped over her creamy skin down to her womanhood. Tiffany had never been with a black man before then and she was just in awe of him. There was something intangibly different about this. It might not even have been that he was black, the man was old enough to be father, her grandfather really and she'd never been with an older man before. What ever it was she could feel her juices soaking her panties just as surely as they would have if she'd stepped outside. Quickly she worked him out of his pants grinning at the organ it revealed. She wasn't certain what she'd been expecting. Well she was, she was expecting what she'd always heard people say and had seen in the porn. He wasn't supposed to have a dick, he was supposed to have a cock. A massive weapon like club that would split her open and no amount of porn girls moaning convinced Tiffany that it felt good to have an arm inside you. Instead she found his smooth nearly perfect cock. He wasn't even quite as big as her husband had been, bigger around maybe but not quite as long. Three months without and human contact though meant that Tiffany wasn't really interested in details at the moment. She yanked her panties down and off and sat down on Jim. "That's it Marine." She moaned. "You stay at attention until I'm done with my ride okay?" Jim smiled and mock saluted before kissing her. Instantly Tiffany remembered all of the dance classes she'd taken and her hips started gyrating round and round. His hands weren't just resting no her hips like some boys would nor was he trying to bounce her up and down. Instead he was expertly guiding her body. Tiffany was howling almost as loud as the wind outside when she came. A smirk crossed Jim's lips as the girl collapsed against his chest panting slightly. It was always that way with the youngsters. They sprinted to the finish like it was a race. Of course for the younger ladies it probably was a race, if they couldn't finish before their boyfriends that might be it for the night. Jim wasn't a teen or even a twenty something though. He eased the brunette onto her back against the cold tiles smiling as her body leapt in brief protest before he started driving his hips against her. It only crossed Tiffany's mind once to complain when her shoulders hit the cold tile. Then Jim's cock started working her already sensitive hole with slow perfectly delicious motions. There was a tingle at the base of her spine and another in the pit of her stomach. It was certainly worth putting up with a little cold tile against her back for. He was going to take her right back to the edge even though she'd just left and this time he was going to come with her. She could feel him, it wasn't like the younger boys who suddenly lost control but she could feel the insistence in him. The animal urge growing. Jim closed his eyes trying to make damn sure that he was able to hold off his own pleasure until after he'd gotten her back but it was so difficult. She was so beautiful and so innocent lying beneath him. A slight blush covered her squirming body. Light whimpers were constantly escaping her slightly parted lips and her eyes were screwed shut. Without warning her body went straight as a board other than her legs which wrapped around his waist pulling him toward her. He'd meant to pull out of her before he came but she took that choice away from him when she dug her heels into the small of his back painfully but not enough to stop his orgasm from pumping into her youthful body. "That was amazing." Tiffany whispered leaning up to kiss Jim who nodded. "So are we going to do this again the next time it rains?" "Why wait?" And they didn't. Caught in the Storm I was given a day off from work one random Thursday and decided to go for a morning jog. It was a beautiful, late spring day outside and I hadn't gone for a run in a while. The sun was shining brightly but there was still a slight coolness in the air. There was a nice jogging trail through the woods near the edge of the suburbs where I lived, not too far from my apartment at the time. The trail was flat and wide enough for jogging and wound through beautiful, quiet woods and around a quiet, lazy stream. I decided to drive to a parking lot near the start of the trail, overlooking a shady fishing spot at a bend in the stream. There was only one other car in the lot, which was not unusual for a random Thursday morning. What caught my eye as I pulled into a parking spot near the head of the trail was a young couple that appeared to have just arrived on bicycles. From the college paraphernalia they were wearing, they appeared to be students from the local college. The male was tall and muscular, with a broad chest and thick legs. He revealed a mop of blond hair as he removed his bike helmet. He wore a loose, grey athletic shirt with the college logo on it and a pair of jogging shorts with the college initials. But what drew my eye was his female companion, her body was spectacular. She stood on long, shapely legs that led upwards to a firm, toned ass. She was wearing tiny little jogging shorts with the college initials on them, so tight to her firm little booty that they almost looked painted on. She removed the shirt she had been wearing after she took off her bike helmet and revealed a tight little sports bra beneath. Her stomach was flat and toned, and her young breasts appeared firm and snug in her little top. She had a tight, tall, lean, young body. As I exited my car, she looked over at me. Her sparkling blue eyes met mine and she smiled as she reached behind her head to tie her shoulder length brown hair back into a tight pony tail. I tried not to be obviously ogling the young woman as I stretched briefly outside my car, but her toned little body made that difficult. As I stretched, she and her male companion were shedding some of their biking gear and appeared to be changing into jogging gear. As she bent over to tightly lace up her running shoes, I was treated to a sweet view of the tops of her breasts. Her young skin was smooth and her round, firm melons were pushed together by her sports bra. I decided to leave before I got a hard on and began jogging down the trail. The air smelled sweet with the blooming spring that day, clean and full of the fragrance of young flowers. The temperature also kept me nicely cooled as I settled into my regular, steady pace along the trails. Branches full of bright green leaves stretched over my head, linking tall, old trees on either side of the trail. As I reached a point where a foot bridge crossed over to the other side of the softly babbling stream below me, I noticed for the first time some dark grey clouds rolling in over head. The heavy clouds were quickly covering the bright blue sky, but I didn't think much of them. I had checked the weather and there was only a chance of rain. I was still thinking about that weather report when I heard footsteps rapidly approaching me from behind. Sure enough, the young man I had seen earlier was soon jogging swiftly along side of me. He moved with an easy confidence, passing me embarrassingly quickly. Then right behind him came the young woman I had almost forgotten. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that the sports bra was mostly keeping her firm breasts in place, but her boobs were still bouncing up and down as she ran. As she passed me, I was treated to a full view of all of her curves. I drank in the sight of her shapely legs as they moved methodically beneath her, and the way her hips curved into an hourglass shape when flowing up to her waist and back. I delighted in the slight jiggle of her very firm ass as she ran. Her tiny jogging shorts beautifully displayed the feminine curve of her tight little bottom. In fact, I was so busy covering every last inch of her athletic body with my eyes that I hadn't noticed that I was now running faster to keep up with her. Not wanting to look foolish, I slowed back to my normal pace and watched the young woman pull away from me down the trail. I was a little sad when her shapely legs and toned ass disappeared around a corner in front of me. That was when I noticed that the shadows of the leaves on the ground had disappeared. The sky had grown ominously dark overhead, and the shadows all blended to grey with the loss of the bright sunlight. I briefly considered turning around and running back to my car, but I had planned to take a three mile loop that would lead back to the parking lot and I estimated I was already a mile into that path. It was not much farther to keep going forward and finish my run as opposed to turning around and going back. I decided to take a chance and keep on going. Maybe ten minutes later my heart sank and I regretted my decision. I heard the distinct hissing sound of a hail storm approaching. I tried to say calm but picked up the pace a little. I knew there were some rock outcroppings nearby that could provide some shelter, I just wasn't sure how much farther I would have to run to get to the rocks. A sudden boom of thunder shook the air around me and my already pounding heart began to race. The hissing sound grew louder and I began to run at a near frantic pace. It was not enough, and I was soon caught on the open trail in a hailstorm. Fortunately for me, this hail was not too big, maybe the size of a nickel. But the little pellets of ice still stung as they struck my head and shoulders. I began to run with my head tucked slightly downward, trying to protect my face from the relentless attack of the hail. Desperation was starting to creep into my thoughts just as I spotted an area where the side of the trail rose in a rocky wall. I saw that a boulder that had been eaten away at the base, so the top hung like a small shelf over the trail, and I blindly ran straight for that little piece of shelter. Thunder boomed again as I made it into my little protected space. I was incredibly relieved to escape the constant stinging hail and find a little shelter. I took stock of myself, noting that my shoes and socks were soaked with water but I didn't appear to have any bodily damage from the hail. The air all around me was alive with the falling hail, but I was safe in my little nook. Then I heard a male voice say something like, "Why not?" I looked up and saw another little shelter maybe twenty yards further down the trail from where I stood. Two large boulders rested against each other, creating a sheltered spot big enough to fit maybe four people comfortably. My little shelf barely provided enough protection for me. It was somewhat difficult to see through the hail, kind of like looking through a fuzzy tv picture, but it appeared the young couple had taken shelter under the nearby rocks. They appeared to have also gotten soaked by the sudden downpour, but did not appear hurt and were standing close together. I was standing in a spot exposed to the entire trail, but their little shelter was more like a small cave with the open end facing where I stood. The young woman had her back to me and was facing the young man, who was looking toward me. The young man waved, a big smile on his face, and I waived back. The young woman turned briefly, waved weakly at me, and I waived back to her. "That's why not," I thought I heard her say as she turned back to her partner. Maybe five minutes passed as the young couple appeared to sway together, their hands on each other's hips. More thunder boomed and the hail continued, building a thin white carpet over the forest floor. So much for chance of rain, I thought. I made a show of trying to look up at the sky, as if I was waiting for a clearing, trying not to make it look like I was staring at the young couple. But frankly, there wasn't much more to look at besides the trees and the hail stones bouncing off the ground. I had thought the couple might be whispering to each other, it was hard to tell with the hissing of the falling hail, but they were soon obviously talking to each other. They hadn't moved much, but suddenly one of the young man's hands that had been on his girlfriend's hips disappeared out of my view. I caught only snippets of their ensuing conversation. "I said NO!" I thought I heard her say. "Come on baby... just a little..." I thought he might have responded. She glanced over her shoulder briefly at me, then turned back to her companion and said something like, "... all the time... why... all you ever think about?" "Just look at you... all wet," he responded,"... can't even see..." His female companion let out what sounded like an exasperated sigh, "... really dirty..." she said. "Come... you like it... I know you do... sometimes this," he responded. Her arms rose and caressed his muscular shoulders in response. Now I was really trying to look like I wasn't paying attention. I looked up at the sky, looked around the trail, and looked down at my watch. But the entire time, I was watching the young couple out of the corner of my eye. The young man's upper arm was moving in a strange, back and forth motion, and I finally looked over to try to tell through the weakening hail what was going on. To my surprise, the guy was looking right at me, and when he caught my eye, he smiled a broad, unmistakable smile. I then noticed that the woman had stopped caressing his shoulder and was now gripping it tightly. Her tiny little shorts also seemed to be slightly askew. I couldn't be sure from where I was standing, but if I had to guess based on their body positions and the motions of his arm, I would have bet money that he had slipped the front of her shorts out of the way and was rapidly rubbing his fingers over her exposed clit. The woman looked up at his face, saw him smiling at me, and glanced briefly over her shoulder. Again it was difficult to tell from the distance, but it looked like her face was much more flushed than when she had waived at me earlier. "...asshole..." I heard her say. "Aw baby... I know you like..." He responded with his stupid grin. "... can't see... take it out..." Her body stiffened a little at whatever he had said, but her arm dropped off his shoulder. Soon her arm was moving back and forth, and now I was certain that somehow she had taken his cock out and was stroking him with her little hand. I didn't know what to do, I was literally trapped. Hail was still falling, I could barely move under my little shelf of rock without exposing myself, and there was nothing else interesting to look at. Maybe it was the adrenaline of the run and being caught in the hail, maybe it was the endorphins from the exercise and escaping the hail, or maybe it was just lust, but I decided to just watch the couple do their thing twenty yards away from me. The young woman was now clinging to his arm with her left hand while her right appeared to be pumping up and down his cock. Again, I couldn't really tell because she was standing with her shapely back to me, her lean body blocking all of the action. She lifted her right leg so she was standing on the toes of her right foot, presumably to give him better access to her pussy. His arm was pumping furiously back and forth, and her legs appeared to be shaking slightly. Her incredibly firm ass also appeared to be jiggling a little. "He can't..." the man said, "...won't...wet..." "YES HE CAN," I heard her clearly reply. She cut off her words at the end, probably aware that I could hear her. "Just... me," her partner replied, "...know you love..." "Asshole," she responded, her thin, toned arm also pumping steadily back and forth. "Please," he responded, his arm picking up its pace, "...want... to stop?" "No," she responded. "Then help." She let out another exasperated sigh and briefly moved her left hand over her front. Whatever she did, I heard her partner audibly groan. The hail was finally easing up, but it was being replaced by a slight drizzle of rain. The couple's words started coming to me a little more clearly. "You like?" she asked in a clearly coy voice. "Oh yeah," he responded. "Mmm, I can feel that. You going to cum for me?" She was trying to whisper, but they weren't very far away. I could hear them, and her words sounded breathless, carrying over the short distance to me. "Mmm hmm." "Oh," she moaned, her back to me. She never stopped pumping him with her hand and he never stopped rubbing her. "Good then, cum for me." "Oh yeah, you ready for it?" "Yeah baby, go ahead. Shoot that cum for me." "AHHHHH," he moaned through gritted teeth in response. His back arched deeply and his hips bucked back and forth. I couldn't see for sure, but her arm had stopped moving and I assumed he was shooting his hot cum into her hand. He stopped rubbing her while his hips bucked, but when his eyes opened his hands resumed their rubbing motion. This time I was sure she was aroused when she moaned. "Oh, that was so hot baby," he said, with his shit eating grin on his face. "Oh yeah, you liked that?" she said whimpering, her head now leaning forward to rest on his chest. "Oh yeah, but now it's your turn, cum for me baby." "Oh... not so loud... ohhhhh." "I know you like it. I know it turns you on to be doing this in public, being watched by a stranger." His arm kept its steady, rapid rhythm. "Ohhh." "I know it gets you so wet to think about cumming in front of him. It gets your horny to think that he's hard right now, watching you." "Ah!" "Cum on baby, you going to cum for me? You going to cum right in front of him, while he's watching you?" "OH... oh shit! Don't stop... don't stop!" she moaned. "Let him watch your hot body shake while you cum, baby," the young man said sternly. And then, to my great surprise, his strong arms spun her around. She almost lost her balance, but he caught her and held her up. I realized what she had done that had turned him on so much, she had pulled her breasts out of her sports bra. Her firm, smooth melons hung over the top of the fabric, her light pink nipples point straight at me. My jaw dropped open at the sight of those firm, round breasts, though I only realized it later. Her shorts were indeed askew, exposing a wet, pink, cleanly shaved pussy, as well as what appeared to be a spray of cum on her right leg. Without missing a beat, the young man's right hand dove over her front and found her exposed pink pussy lips, his fingers resuming their rapid rubbing motion. His strong left arm wrapped around her chest, holding her up while his fingers played gingerly with her right nipple. "Cum for him, baby," he repeated. Her eyes were downcast, as if she was refusing to look up at me. "Oh no," she moaned, her legs shaking. Then her sparkling blue eyes glanced up at me and I saw the sexiest face I had ever seen. Her smooth, pale cheeks were deeply flushed and her brow was knotted with arousal. Her eyes and face were so full of wanton lust and painful ecstasy that I could tell even from a distance that she was on the very edge of orgasm. And there was a little shock in those eyes when she realized I was staring right at her. Our eyes met and she screamed, "OH FUCK!" Then she shut her eyes tightly and her body began to shake. "Oh shit... oh yes! Ohhhh yes! Oh fuck! Oh.. not like this... oh! Oh! Oh! CUMMMMMMMINNNNGGGG!!!!" Her shapely legs shook and her slender hips bucked back and forth on his hand as she came. He held her close as she spasmed, her eyes tightly shut from the pleasure. She would have collapsed to the ground if he wasn't holding her. The rain had stopped. The young man laughed and looked over at me again with a smile. His partner quickly spun around and tried to to cover herself. She readjusted her shorts and then covered her breasts back up. "You ready?" she asked. "Yup," he replied. And then they took off running. She never even looked back at me as they jogged around the bend. My cock was rock hard and throbbing. I was so turned on by what I had seen that I briefly debated jacking off right there. The image of her face, so full of ecstasy, and her eyes so full of lust, was burned into my brain. I could have gotten off just thinking about it, but I also didn't want some hikers to come along and think I was some pervert jerking off alone on the trail. The thought of being labeled a pervert, and the dark clouds remaining overhead, helped ease the stiffness in my pole. I had to get back to my car. I resumed my run. The wind had gotten colder, and the muddy path was now somewhat slick with the melting cover of hail stones. But I was also invigorated by what I had seen, and I was almost racing to get home so I could jerk off to the mental image of the young woman's beautiful face. And then there was a nearby boom of thunder. And another. The wind was picking up again and it was raining. I was less than a mile from the parking lot when heavy drops of rain began to fall. I was thankful at least that it wasn't hail. When lightning flashed nearby, I decided I needed to take shelter again, but I wasn't sure if there were any good spots remaining between me and the parking lot. I spotted a small cave formed by a massive slab of granite resting atop two boulders, and almost at the same time there was a flash of lightning very close by. I almost dove into the cave to get out of the weather. I was trying to catch my breath in the semi-darkness of the enclosure when a female voice said softly, "Hey." I spun around and out of the shadows near the entrance stepped the young woman in the tiny shorts and the tight sports bra. "Hey," I replied softly, at a loss for words. There was a slight, very uncomfortable pause. Clearly neither of us knew what to say. Finally, she said, "Crazy weather, huh?" I smiled. "Yeah, totally. The weather forecast said only a chance of rain today." "I know, I was saying the same thing," she replied, smiling. Even in the dim light of our shelter, her blue eyes sparkled. "Where's your friend?" I asked. "The asshole took off!" she responded with a flash of anger. "The jerk said it was just a little rain, though I told him we needed to get out of the lightning." "Yeah, definitely not safe," I agreed. She bit her lip. "You're not going to... jump me... or anything, are you?" she asked quietly. I burst into laughter. Jumping her had honestly not crossed my mind, I was exhausted and troubled by the storm. She eventually smiled as I couldn't stop laughing, and soon she was laughing softly too. "I mean, I had to ask," she tried to defend herself, "You know I just realized it might not have been good to tell you I was alone out here." Still laughing, I responded, "With that little show you put on, I should be worried that you might jump me." I don't know why I said that, but I kind of regretted it as soon as it was out of my mouth. The young woman stopped laughing, but the smile stayed on her face. There was another short pause before she said, "You liked that, huh?" "It was really hot," I admitted. "My boyfriend is such an asshole." she paused. "He was trying to get me to blow him before you came along." "Well then he was probably really unhappy to see me," I responded, and she laughed. "I didn't really want to do it but... you know.. the run, and the woods... and it was kind of hot." "Well then he is an asshole for making you do that AND then leaving you out here." "I know, right? But at least you got to enjoy it." Her right toe was pivoting back and forth in the mud, and I couldn't help but stare at her shapely legs again. Caught in the Storm "It was hot," I responded, not sure what to say. "I know you enjoyed it, I could see your hard on all the way from where we were standing." "Really?" I replied. "Yeah, and I can see you're hard again now," she said, boldly staring at my crotch. I was hard, throbbing hard, looking at her tight body. Her clothes were soaked, plastered to her skin, and her white top was practically see through. I could just make out the dark spots of her pink nipples, but I could clearly see the curves of her tit flesh through the fabric. "Well, it's tough not to be," I responded. There was another brief awkward pause, filled only by the drumming sound of the heavy rain as it fell outside our little cave. "Well, I suppose it's my fault you're like this," she said finally. "Probably hard to run back to your car like that." "For sure," I responded. "If you want, you can just whip it out and jack off right here, I won't mind." There was a slight, nervous shake in her voice as she talked. "I don't know why you didn't take care of that thing back at the other spot." She crossed her arms over her chest uncertainly, and our eyes met. Her pretty face betrayed neither a hint of a smile of amusement nor a trace of anger or disgust. "I didn't have something beautiful to stimulate me to help me get off." "Oh yeah?" "Yeah," I said. And I don't know what made me so bold in that moment, possibly it was the thought that she was right and I should take care of it before I tried to run back to my car. Or maybe it was the adrenaline of the run or maybe it was the rush of seeing her earlier. Probably I did it because I had a good idea of where this was going and I knew she wouldn't mind. But I pulled my hard cock out through the bottom of my shorts and said, "But I guess I have some fantastic visual stimulation right now." Her eyes fixated on my thick dick the second it came into view. "It's pretty big," she said, starting at my cock. Then she turned her gaze back to my eyes and said, "Go ahead, jerk it off if you want. I won't mind." I closed my fist slowly over the fat head of my dick and began to jack up and down my pole. "You don't mind if I look at those incredibly sexy legs of yours and those beautiful breasts while I jerk myself off?" "No, go ahead," she replied somewhat breathlessly. She bit softly on her full, pink lower lip as she watched me slowly jerk myself. To be honest, it was a little uncomfortable being slightly wet from my sweat and the rain water. But I wasn't going to stop. "You won't mind if I think of sucking on those sweet, pink nipples of yours, or running my tongue all over those wet pussy lips of yours, while I jerk myself off?" "Oh," she moaned, "No, go ahead." Her arms fell to her sides and she thrust her chest out a bit, as if presenting her firm, round globes to me. Her nipples were hardening and clearly visible pressed against the wet fabric of her top. "You want me to suckle with my hot mouth on those sweet tits of yours?" I asked. "It's okay, you can go ahead and play with yourself too if you want, while I'm standing here jerking off this big cock." "Oh yeah?" she asked with a moan. Her hand reached tentatively down over her firm, toned stomach, dripping wet from the rain, and disappeared under her shorts. I released my cock and deliberately brushed the back of my hand against the sides of her full breasts as I reached up and cupped my palm below her mouth. She shuddered as I brushed against her tightly encased cleavage. "Help me out and give me some spit, I need some lube," I said. To my surprise, she dropped to her knees right in front of me. Her soft little hand closed around the base of my dick, and I thought she was going to spit right on it. Instead, her tongue snaked out and swirled around the fat tip of my cock, and then her mouth plunged down my pole. Her hot, wet mouth engulfed me to the hilt, and I felt the tip of my hard meat pop through the back of her throat. Few women have ever deepthroated me, and it felt amazing. Her head was soon bobbing back and forth furiously on my pole, releasing me almost to the tip and then plunging back down my shaft until her soft lips touched the fingers she had wrapped around my base. Her pony tail swung back and forth behind her as she milked me with her tight, wet mouth. All the while, her tongue danced around my member. She swirled around my cock head when her mouth was at the tip, and she wiggled along the base of the shaft as she swallowed me. And the whole time, her sparkling blue eyes looked up eagerly into mine. I saw the lust again in those eyes and I felt my balls churning. It hadn't been long, but I was so turned on already and she was clearly going for the orgasm. As her soft cheeks slid up and down my meat and I looked down into those beautiful blue eyes, I warned her. "I'm going to cum," I said. "Mmmmm hmmmmm," she hummed in agreement, sending delicious little vibrations up and down my shaft inside her mouth. Her head bobbed furiously up and down my dick and her tongue swirled around my sensitive cock head. Mer tight, wet mouth sucked eagerly at my member, and then I was cumming. "Oh... OH SHIT!" I yelled as I felt the orgasm crash past the point of no return and explode out of me. My toes curled in my shoes and my whole body tingled as I came in her mouth, her tongue lapping at the underside of my dick. I shot spurt after spurt of cum deep into her hot mouth and her lips never stopped sucking on me. "Okay, okay" I said as I sat heavily down on my backside. My cock popped free of her mouth, but she just smiled. She had swallowed all my cum. I was a little tired and light headed, but I was also determined. From a sitting position I pushed her to her feet and practically ripped her short down her legs. She lifted her foot obligingly so I could toss her shorts aside, and I found she wasn't wearing anything under the shorts. My mouth dove towards her pussy, and my lips closed over the puffy lips of her sex. "Hey," she said in complaint, at first, and then, "Ohhhh" as my tongue found her outer folds. I licked up and down her pussy lips, and found her sex was dripping wet. But all I tasted was the slight tang of rain water and the saltiness of her sweat. She lifted a leg and braced her foot against a wall of the cave, and that spread her open for me. I licked over the opening to her hole, and danced upwards until my tongue found the hard bud of her clit. I looked up and she was smiling down at me, her body still dripping wet from the rain. Her face was partly hidden by the swell of her cleavage, encased in her soaking wet sports bra. She smiled at me as I rubbed at her clit, then threw her head back in arousal as I flicked the tip of my tongue rapidly against her sensitive spot. I kept up a steady flicking, listening to her moans of approval, and then sucked her entire clit between my lips. Trapped in my hot mouth, I rubbed earnestly at her hard bud. "Holy shit!" she exclaimed, her legs shaking around me, "Holy shit!" I knew I had her then. I rubbed at the little bud trapped between my soft lips, then set it free and flicked at it again with the tip of my tongue. She panted in arousal, then nearly screamed when I sucked the bud back between my lips and rubbed it firmly in my mouth. "Oh don't stop! Please don't stop!" she moaned. I kept up the steady rubbing and her hips bucked against my face. "Oh... Oh... CUMMMMMMMMMMIINNNNNGGGGG!" she finally screamed for me, her crotch trapped atop my face, my tongue mercilessly pleasuring her most sensitive spot, her body shuddering around me. Then she was down on the ground with me, her firm, bare ass seated on my leg. Her face and chest were flushed and she was still breathing heavily. She looked up at me with a dreamy smile, her blue eyes twinkling, and said, "It stopped raining outside." I looked out of the cave, and it had stopped raining. The warm sunlight was fighting it's way back through the thick clouds and some brightness was returning to the world outside. "I should probably go find my boyfriend," she said with a laugh as she carefully put her tiny shorts back on. I stood up and we paused at the entrance to our little shelter. "Thanks for that," she said. "Thank you." She leaned forward and gave me a little peck on the cheek. I slapped playfully at her firm, young ass and she smiled. Then she was off running swiftly down the path, and I walked down the path afterwards. As she disappeared in the distance I realized I didn't even know her name. The sky overhead was clearing quickly, so I decided to walk the last bit back to my car. The warm sunlight felt good on my skin, and I don't think I had stopped smiling since I came hard in that young woman's mouth. I took my time strolling back through the wet woods to my car, probably wearing a shit eating grin similar to the one the young man had been wearing earlier that morning. When I got back to the parking lot, I was in for yet another surprise. My car was the only one left in the lot, but I wasn't alone. The young woman was waiting for me, standing near the back of my SUV. She was holding her bike and smiling broadly at me. As I approached her, I realized the bright sunlight made her white sports bra nearly invisible. I could clearly see the outline of her nipples through her wet top, and the sunlight exposed the deep valley between her breasts through the fabric. There was still a thin sheen of moisture on everything from her toned arms to her shapely legs. "The asshole left me here," she called out as I came near. "Can you believe it?" I realized the other bike was gone. "What a jerk," I replied as I approached her. "You want me to give you a lift? Your bike could probably fit in the back of my car." "I was just about to ask if you would mind," she said with a smile, now less than a foot away from me, "I was thinking the same thing." I smiled and popped open the tailgate to my SUV, then climbed in to push down the back seats so we could fit her bike. She was sitting on the rear bumper looking into the back of my car, and when our eyes met I realized were both thinking the EXACT same thing. She moved toward me just a couple of inches and then I was on her, our lips meeting and our bodies almost slamming together. My hands were pulling her face towards me while her her hands were running through my short, wet hair. She lifted her shapely legs into the rear cargo area of my car, and then she closed the tail gate behind her, leaving her bike standing outside. Then we were kissing again, our tongues dancing in each other's mouths as she found the bottom of my jogging shirt and lifted it over my head. We broke our eager kisses momentarily so I could pull my shirt off my head, and then we were back together again, her hands sliding over my wet chest and my arms pulling her towards me. We were wet and frantic and horny. My fingers found their way under the bottom of her sports bra and then I was pulling her top over her wet breasts. Her breasts were bigger than they had seemed while confined under the tight fabric, as I watched them slide into view, probably a full C cup. My hands slid over the sides of them and she smiled at me, her blue eyes still twinkling in the sunlight coming through my car window. I couldn't believe how firm they were! There was almost no sag at all in those smooth, perky globes, and my hot mouth dove eagerly for them. As I suckled on one of her little, pink nipples, my tongue flicking at the hardening tip, she moaned loudly and pulled my head towards her chest. She briefly mashed my face into her firm melon, and I had to pull away for air. My hands slid over the wet flesh of her chest, my rough palms slipping over her sensitive nipples as I touched her. Then I was sucking greedily on her other nipple, pulling softly at it with my lips. She had used the time I was revelling in her tits to shimmy free of her tiny shorts, as she tossed them aside with a flick of her foot. I noticed she had somehow completely cleaned her boyfriend's cum off her shorts, which was an odd thought to have at that moment. But then I felt her groping for my hard cock through the front of my shorts. My shorts were off in a flash, and glanced around briefly to confirm that we were still alone in the parking lot. Her wet hand closed around my member and I could feel that I was already rigidly hard. Her slender legs opened for me, and then suddenly I found myself positioned between her legs. She was on her back, her firm breasts resting against her chest, her blue eyes looking up at me. I felt the throbbing head of my dick nestle at the dripping wet opening to her sex and I paused ever so briefly to search her blue eyes for any sign of doubt or hesitation. Finding none, I thrust with my hips, and my thick cock popped into the hot, wet tunnel of her sex. We were quickly fucking hard. I was slamming my thick meat deep inside her wet pussy, marveling at the tightness of her hole. Her shapely legs were wrapped around me, as well as her arms, and she was crying out with each thrust. I could feel her moans through her chest, as her smooth breasts pressed against me. My big pole bottomed out inside of her, and I withdrew almost to the tip before ramming all the way home once again. It was hard and hot and carnal. There wasn't much space in the back of my car, so her head was resting against the rear door and my foot was pushing against the rear side door. But there was enough space for me to frantically hump my cock in and out of her, feeling her squishy wet vaginal walls sliding back and forth against my member. We were fucking at warp speed, my hips pumping my rigid pole in and out of her. And then she lifted her hips slightly so the head of my dick was plowing into the top of her pussy tunnel before sliding deeper into her. I imagined she was trying to get me to hit her G spot, and it appeared to work as her body went stiff and her moans became high pitched squeals. "Oh shit, don't stop! ...PLEASE, don't stop," she panted breathlessly as my hard cock flew in and out of her tight hole. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeee!" And just when I could tell she was close, we must have bumped something because the rear tailgate began to lift open. Her head spilled out onto the bumper and our naked bodies were exposed to the world, but I kept plowing the full length of my throbbing cock in and out of her pussy. The cool outside air washed over us and our sweaty skin, freeing us from the stuffy air in the back of the car, and my skin tingled with the sensation. And then she screamed, her thighs clamping down on me and her whole body quivering as she came. I could actually feel her tight pussy spasming around my cock as she screamed, "YEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS!" I hadn't been that close to cumming, but the sight of her beautiful, tight toned body beneath me, quivering in ecstasy, exposed to the open air of the beautiful park around us, bright sunlight falling across her smooth, firm breasts and pink nipples... it was nirvana. The stimuli took me right to the knife's edge of a huge orgasm, I could feel it churning in my balls and I just wanted to pump my cock into her tight hole a couple more times and dump a huge load of cum inside of her hot pussy. But coming down from her orgasm, she lifted herself up onto her elbows and the change in position caused my rock hard cock to slip from inside of her. So instead it was the sensation of the fat head of my dick popping free out of the tight opening of her sex that pushed my orgasm over the edge. I groaned, realizing I had lost all control over my body and a hot, white jet of cum spewed out of my cock as the orgasm blew out of me. The first spurt landed between her beautiful, round breasts, and she said, "Oh," and one of her soft hands flew up and grasped my cock. It was like being touched by pure electricity, and as she pulled slightly upward on my slippery member, another spark of orgasm exploded inside of me and I shot a spurt of cum that landed on her cheek and her chin. She pulled again and another spurt of cum splatted wetly across one of her breasts. It was maybe four seconds, but I had never cum so deep or long before. Worried that I was cumming all over her, but my eyes found her sparkling blue eyes looking right back at me. She was smiling and said, "Cum for me," and I shot a fourth spurt all over her hand and arms. The orgasm burned deeply inside of me as I looked at her beautiful face and full, young breasts and flat, toned stomach and soft little hand, all covered with my cum and shining in the sunlight. When I could catch my breath again, we laughed and I tried my best to help clean her off with a towel from my backseat. "That was really hot," she said. "It was amazing," I agreed with a smile. I really meant it. "If I had known you were so close, I would have done something better," she said. "No, that really was amazing. You were too beautiful for me to hold anything back," I replied. She blushed deeply and smiled. She changed into her biking shirt in front of me, still just the two of us alone in the parking lot, and then we loaded her bike and set off for her apartment near her campus. It was a short drive, but all she could say was, "That sex... it was mind blowing." "I hope you don't mind that I'm probably going to be jerking off to that memory for the rest of my life," I responded with a smile. She gave me a genuine smile in response. "I really hope you do," she replied. When we got to her campus, her boyfriend was waiting for us. He was NOT happy to see his girlfriend arrive in my car. "You little slut!" he yelled at her. "You left me you asshole!" she yelled back as she walked to the back of my SUV to get her bike. "I should have know," he called out. "You don't know anything! You should have known not be a total asshole and leave your girlfriend alone in the woods!" she spat back as I helped her lift her bike. "You going to be okay?" I asked her with genuine concern. She laughed and smiled up at me with those twinkling blue eyes. "Don't worry, he's a pussy." As she walked away with her bike, she looked back at me over her shoulder, her tight, round ass swaying with her hips as she walked. "But really, thanks again. It was a great day." I still kick myself that I never asked for her number. I thought of her every time I went jogging on that trail, hoping to see her again, but I never did. And I never learned her name. Caught in the Storm Ch. 02 "Do you want me to organize your closet, Denver?" Her mother didn't even bother saying hello anymore, she always jumped right into how she could fix Denver's life. "No." "It's a mess, you should really learn to organize your clothes." "They are organized." Denver could think of nothing wrong with her closet. "Mom, why are you in my apartment?" Denver looked at her watch. It was already 2:45pm, and Denver had been in the library since 7:30 that morning trying to finish a research paper she had left for last minute. She rubbed her eyes and sighed deeply trying to imagine the drastic changes her mother had probably already made in her apartment. "I came to drop off some clothes I bought for you, and I saw dishes in the sink, you never do the dishes, and I just kept going." Denver clenched her teeth. "How long have you been there?" "Oh, about three hours now. I went into your room to hang up the clothes and I couldn't believe the mess. What time are you coming back?" "I don't know. I have a lot of work to do." Denver could hear things clanging together in the background. "Well I can't do too much more because your brother's hockey game starts at 4 and I wanna get there early." Denver's stomach did a flip-flop at the mention of her brother. She hadn't spoken to him since that night he was in her apartment, and she wasn't planning on it. Part of the reason she procrastinated doing her paper until Friday was so she'd have an excuse not to go to his game. "Do you want me to wait for you so we can go to the game together? We are going to meet your father there." "I'm not going." "Oh, your brother said you were," her mother said sounding disappointed. "Nope, I gotta finish this paper. It could take me all night." Denver blew out a breath trying not to get hysterical about her mother bothering her. "I gotta go mom." "Okay Denver, if you finish early, stop by the game." "Yep. Bye." Denver hung up the phone and tried to regain control of her breathing. Her mother was the controlling type, just like her brother, and no matter what she did she couldn't get them to butt out of her life. She definitely needed to change the lock on her apartment. Denver glanced down at the mess she made on the table. The laptop needed to be recharged, her butt was hurting and the words were starting to bleed together on the paper. She sighed and decided to finish the paper tomorrow. She pushed all her work for the afternoon into her bag, grabbed her laptop and headed for the door. The first thing on her 'to-do-list' was to stop by the hardware store and get a new lock -- possibly a deadbolt. If she had to give a spare key to someone, it was going to be her neighbor. She certainly learned her lesson. ~~~~ It was after 4pm when Denver got to her apartment, so she knew she wouldn't chance running into her mother. She cringed when she opened the door, waiting to see the damage her mother had done. She dropped her bag and wanted to cry. Everything was in a different place. Her books and papers were moved, the textbooks she had stacked next to her computer were out of sight. In the kitchen her cabinets were rearranged and all her appliances had been removed from the counter. She opened the freezer to get the bottle of vodka that was sitting in the ice chest, but it wasn't there. Denver closed her eyes and tried to tell herself that her mother meant well. As she made her way to her room, Denver could feel her blood pressure rising. She kicked the door open trying to take deep breaths but her breathing stopped when she saw her room. All the clothes were off the floor, her books were gone from the corner, and some of her pictures and posters had been removed from the walls. She walked over to the note that was stuck to her closet door and ripped it off. "You need to look more like a young lady, so I bought you new clothes. I organized your closet so you will be able to find everything." Denver's heart dropped. She opened her closet and nothing was where she left it. Immediately she spotted the new clothes her mother bought her. It was a variety of sundresses and skirts with floral prints. Not something Denver hated, but something she would only wear if she had to. She looked down at her jeans and t-shirt and didn't think there was any reason to change. With a sigh, Denver turned from her room. She was going to change the lock on the door right now. ~~~~~ It had taken Denver 35 minutes to figure out the lock she bought from the hardware store. After she was finished, she walked next door to Joe Sander's to tell him that she wanted him to keep her spare key. He was a 30 something bachelor who had already trusted Denver with his spare so she decided to return the favor. She didn't know much about him, but she knew he was single, and loved the ladies. He was never married and didn't have any children. She had only been in his apartment a few times and he was always polite. She even called on him the times she found large insects in her apartment, and he always came with a smile. "What's the special occasion?" he said with a warm smile when he opened the door. Denver smiled back thinking that he must have gotten a gym membership, because she didn't remember him being that lean. "I've decided you are the one to get my spare key so next time I need you to kill a bug, I don't have to take my eyes off it to open the door." She watched as he laughed, his smile reaching his eyes. "You have dinner yet?" he asked leaning on the doorframe. "I just ordered a pizza." "I know, these walls are paper thin and I'm hungry." He said with a grin. "Well in that case, come over when you hear the delivery man. I'll leave the door open." Denver walked back into her apartment and for the first time was glad that her mother had decided to rearrange her apartment. Denver couldn't find anything, but it was clean. A few minutes after Denver paid for the food Joe came with a six-pack of beer and a movie. "Ghostbusters? Really?" Denver asked as she set the beer and pizza on the coffee table. "Perfect beer and pizza movie." Denver smiled as she put the DVD into the player. They settled into their positions on the couch each taking a slice and a beer in hand. They ate and drank in silence. The movie was over and Joe had dozed off about halfway through it and was lightly snoring. The clock on the DVD player was flashing 7:53 when Denver got up to put the DVD back in its case. She yawned and stretched watching Joe sleep. It was kinda nice having someone on her couch other than her brother or an annoying friend. Brothers and annoying friends felt comfortable enough in her presence to fart and burp and scratch their privates when they knew Denver was looking. Joe and Denver hadn't reached that comfort level yet and she was kind of happy about it. She moved silently around her apartment cleaning up the mess they made. She plopped back down on the couch and channel surfed for a little while eventually settling on the Simpsons. You can never go wrong with the Simpsons. Joe gave a loud snort and continued to sleep. Denver watched the rise and fall of his chest admiring how his black t-shirt stretched perfectly over his chest and stomach. Her eyes slid up his neck to his chin. Even in his sleep, he radiated confidence, his chin stood out defiant and strong. She studied the paper-thin scar that ran from his eyebrow to his ear and her mind went wild with scenarios of bar fights and drunken stupidity. He had thin lips pressed together in a tight line and the beginning of a 5 o'clock shadow. Her eyes continued up to his nose, it seemed perfect for his face. Perfectly symmetrical and not too large for his manly features. Her eyes slid up a little further and locked on his gaze. Their eyes locked for a few beats and Denver could feel her face flush. "See anything you like?" A hint of a smile tugging at the edge of his lips. "Just wondering what you're doing on my couch on a Friday night." "Can't a guy spend some time on a beautiful woman's couch without the third degree?" If it was possible, Denver's face heated even more. She wasn't sure if he was flirting, but it sure was making her uncomfortable. "How long have I been out?" he asked as he stretched. "What was the last part of the movie you remember?" "Good point. I didn't snore did I?" "Only for the best parts." Joe smiled. Denver glanced at the clock again. "It's past 8. No big date tonight?" "I think I'm right where I need to be. This couch is amazing." "Knock yourself out...again." Denver said with a chuckle. Joe was getting ready to say something when the sound of the doorknob being shaken interrupted him. The door shook again and who ever was outside the door let out a muffled curse. Denver smiled then her heart dropped. She didn't need to guess who it was. Her guest knocked three times on the door, but Denver didn't move. "Maybe you should get that." Joe said watching her face. "He should go away eventually." The door shook with the next three knocks. "Open the door, Denver. I can hear the TV." Joe looked at her with raised eyebrows. She knew that her brother would stand out there all night to get his way so she pulled herself up from the couch and unlocked the door. "Where were you tonight?" Mike demanded when she opened the door. "Busy." Mike pushed past her and stalked into her apartment. He nodded at Joe who was now standing in the middle of the living room. "Hey man, killing more bugs?" Mike knew Joe was only in Denver's apartment when she needed an exterminator. "Actually Denver and I watched a movie." Joe said standing with his hands in his pockets. Denver wasn't sure but she thought she saw shock register on Mike's face, but it was gone too quickly for her to confirm it. "I think I'm gonna get going." Joe thanked Denver for the pizza and he was gone. A minute later she heard his front door open and close. She was left with Mike standing in the middle of the floor glaring hard at her. She didn't know what to do so she turned off the TV, and then wished she hadn't because there was nothing left to distract her from his intense gaze. "Well?" "Well what?" Denver was getting really sick of everyone always questioning her. "For one, what's with the lock?" "I changed it." "I see that. Why?" "Because I don't want you, mom or anyone else letting themselves in anymore." "Why weren't you at the game?" "I told you I was busy." She walked past him and he followed her into the kitchen. She opened the fridge for lack of something better to do and wished she hadn't because it was the smallest room in the apartment and he now had her cornered. "Bullshit." Mike said through clenched teeth. Denver turned and stared at him. He must have come right from the game because his hair was still wet with sweat. He moved closer to her and his eyes darkened. "What was Joe doing in your apartment?" The question caught Denver off guard. "He told you, we were watching a movie." Mike moved closer and she could feel his heat and energy warming her body. "Something going on between you two?" Mike demanded, his features hard. Denver laughed, but Mike looked serious. If anything Joe was being polite by watching a movie with her, and he said he only asked to come over because her heard her order pizza. "And if there is?" Denver wasn't going to let Mike know the truth that easily. "Answer the question." "Its none of your business." With some difficulty, she shouldered around him and made her way to the bathroom. She slammed the door in his face before he could get his foot in the door and she flicked the lock. She stood with her hands on the sink trying to figure out exactly what was going on. Her stomach fluttered as she thought about how her brother was making her feel. Her toes got tingly and her head felt light. For as long as she could remember, she had a crush on her brother. He was always the star of everything, and she wasn't. Mike was perfect, everyone thought so, and Denver resented that deeply, and the fact that she had a crush on him made it worse. Often nights she had imagined what it would be like to be the object of his affection. She shook her head trying to physically remove the thoughts from her head but try as she might, she couldn't figure out the game her brother was playing with her. She was sure that he had known for all these years of her crush on him, but he said nothing. She tried not to be alone with him, because she knew eventually she'd break down and confess her love in one way or another. That's why him suddenly invading her life at every chance he got was driving her insane. It was like he knew he was pushing her buttons and he kept applying the pressure hoping eventually she'd break. Denver looked at herself in the mirror and resigned to not let him affect her like he did every other female he came into contact with. She brushed the stray hairs out of her eyes and squared her shoulders in the mirror. So what if she had a crush on her brother? She was sure it happened all the time; she'd just have to get over it. She marched out of the bathroom not sure exactly sure what she was ready for, but she knew she was ready for something. She walked into the living room ready to put her brother in his place, and found herself alone. She looked around almost not believing that he had given up that easily. She called out his name, but there could have only been a few places that he would be hiding. When he didn't pop out. She figured he left. She shrugged her shoulders and made her way to the kitchen hoping something had materialized in her fridge while she was in the bathroom. When she shut the door, she noticed a small sticky note on the fridge. People in her family were big on leaving notes for each other. The note was simple. "This isn't over. We will finish this conversation." Great she though, just great. She didn't feel as confident as she did when she came out the bathroom. ~~~~ Denver awoke the next morning feeling energized but starved. She decided that she could tolerate a trip to her parents if it meant she could eat a real meal. She dressed and made her way across town with her stomach rumbling. She pulled into her parent's driveway and saw their SUV backed up to the garage with the hatch open. She walked around the back of the car and saw her dad loading suitcases into the trunk. "Hey Daddy." She said as she watched him pack the truck. "Where ya goin?" "Your mother thinks it'd be a good idea to spend a weekend away, so she rented a hotel room on the coast." Denver smiled, kissed her father on the cheek and walked inside. She called out for her mother and found her standing in the kitchen watering the plants over the sink. Her mother kissed her on the cheek and handed her a list of things she needed her to do while they were gone. Denver looked at the list and sighed. There were about fifteen things on the list that she absolutely had to do before the weekend was over. Her mother kissed her again and left the number of the hotel they'd be staying at on the counter. She told her to call if there was an emergency, and then her mother was out the door. Denver stood in the living room watching as the truck backed out of the driveway and pulled into the street. At least now Denver could get some food. She went back to the kitchen, pulled out some lunchmeat and made herself a sandwich. She plopped down in the living room and turned on the TV. Denver had been watching television for a while when she heard a lawnmower start somewhere close to the house. When she got up and went to the kitchen to get another drink, she looked out the window and thought whoever was about to mow the lawn better hurry because dark and angry clouds were rolling overhead. She stood in the window admiring her mother's garden, when she saw her brother push the lawn mower past the window. She had a brief moment of panic and wanted to bolt for the door, but she couldn't. It was likely he already knew she was there, and his truck was probably blocking the driveway. So she did what any sensible person in this situation would do. She got a bottle of wine out of the cellar and popped the cork. There was nothing left to do but wait until he was finished, and with any luck, he'd leave without coming inside. Denver had polished off more than half the bottle of wine by the time she heard the patter of rain smacking the windows. It started out slowly and rose to a dull roar, hypnotizing her. She was reaching for her glass when the back door banged open and her brother stepped into the house. She took a deep breath, the alcohol helping her to remain calm. She swallowed hard as she listened to his footfalls as they moved closer and closer the living room. The couch Denver was sitting on had a clear view of the hallway leading from the back door to the living room, and she saw when her brother spotted her sitting on the couch. She held his gaze waiting for him to say something, anything. She watched as his shirt clung to his chest and the water slid down his arms. She looked at the puddle of water that was starting to form at his feet. She was still waiting for him to say something when he turned and headed back toward the kitchen. Denver listened as Mike thudded around the kitchen and she heard him open and shut the refrigerator door. Her heart pounded in her ears as she heard him moving back toward the living room. He walked into the room, set two six-packs on the coffee table and sat next to her on the couch. She watched as Mike pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it in a wet heap on the floor. Her mother would drop dead if she saw him do that. He wiped some water off his face and ran a hand through his wet hair. "So, what's the deal with you and Joe?" Mike asked in a quiet voice. "There is no deal." Denver was shocked into silence as Mike grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels like nothing was wrong. Denver had forgotten the TV was on. The rain was hitting the side of the house harder now and she prayed it wouldn't thunder. She loved the rain, but a childhood fear of thunder had always reduced her to a sniveling baby, and that was the last thing she needed to be in front of her brother. The wind had picked up and it felt as if the house was groaning under the pressure. Denver let out an involuntary yelp as she saw a flash of lightening brighten the sky. She reached behind her and pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and threw it at her brother. "Here, you must be cold." She watched Mike as he took the blanket and wrapped it around himself. Denver focused her attention on the television trying not to let the sound of the rain and the flashes of lightening get to her. She knew sooner or later, thunder was coming. "Are you still afraid of thunder?" Mike asked barely above a whisper. Denver nodded bringing her knees up to her chest. She didn't want to look at him because she knew he would be smiling at her, silently mocking her irrational fear. "Come here." Denver turned to her brother wondering if her was serious. When she was little, she used to run to his room late at night and climb into bed. He hadn't comforted her like that in years. When Denver didn't move, he motioned her closer with his arm, holding the blanket away from his body. Slowly and cautiously she eased her way closer to her brother. She slid under the blanket and pressed herself to her brother's bare chest listening to his heart hammer in his chest. She jumped as a loud clap of thunder sounded and he held her tighter. He rubbed her bare arms trying to stop her from shaking. "What do you want to watch?" Denver knew he was trying to take her mind off the thunder, but it wasn't working. Caught in the Storm Ch. 02 "I don't care." She leaned forward and grabbed the bottle of wine, taking several large gulps. She handed her brother two cans of beer and watched as he opened and drained them. She leaned back onto his chest as he continued to flip through the channels. The combination of wind and rain was sounded like it was going to rip through the house any minute. Mike turned up the volume, trying to drown it out. He finally settled on a movie and they fell into a comfortable silence as they watched the movie. The wine was helping Denver relax, but every now and then a clap of thunder made her jump and squirm. They had been watching the movie for almost an hour when the power went out. Denver started to whimper and Mike pulled her closer. "What are we supposed to do now?" she asked not doing a good job of stopping her voice from shaking. "I could think of a few things." Denver wasn't sure what he meant by that but she thought she could hear something she didn't recognize in her brother's voice. She looked up at his face, but the rain and clouds had made it difficult to see his features. Denver's heart hammered in her chest and she felt Mike's pulse quicken. She tried to get more comfortable and her hand slid down into his lap. She pulled her hand back as if scalded. "I -- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. It was an accident." She rubbed her palm on her leg trying to get the feeling of her brother's hot erection off her hand. Mike sat quietly. Thunder sounded and Denver started shaking again. Without thought her brother wrapped both arms around her pressing her stomach into his throbbing erection. Her breath caught in her throat as she tried not to move. "See? Do you see what you do to me Denver?" "What?" That was definitely the last thing she expected her brother to say. He grabbed her hand and forced her to feel how hard he was through his pants. "Mike, don't," she said breathlessly as she took her hand away. "No, I think it's about time I said something. I've been nothing but nice to you and all you can do is avoid me. You've been driving me crazy since we were in high school. All you're teasing and taunting, letting me get closer to just invite Joe into your apartment. You're just doing this to torture me." "What?" Now Denver was mad. "Are you kidding?" she said breaking away from him. "Torture you? All you have ever been is an asshole to me. Criticizing me doing this, yelling at me for doing that." She said throwing her arms in the air. "Scaring my guy friends away...and don't think I didn't know about that. I lost a lotta good friends because of you. Not to mention the fact that I can't be friends with a girl in any of the neighboring towns because they just want to get to you." She was irate now pacing the floor trying to figure out how he could've turned this around on her. "You didn't deserve any of those guys." He said in a calm voice. Like he was talking to a child having a tantrum. "That's for me to decide! And what makes you think I care what you think?" Mike stood growing to his full height. Denver swallowed and realized she liked yelling at him better when he was sitting -- it was less intimidating. "Denver, don't do this. I love you." Mike tried to close the gap between them, but Denver backed up. His face was calm and serene almost like he knew he was winning. "Love me? You gotta hell of a way of showing it," she said crossing her arms in front of her trying to widen the distance between them. Mike's expression darkened. "You think I like watching you all chummy with the guys you hang out with? You think I liked finding out Joe was in your apartment for any other reason than to kill a bug?" "Christ Mike, we were watching a movie." "I saw the way he looked at you." "So what, he can't look at me now?" Mike punched the wall behind Denver's head so hard a picture frame fell and cracked. Denver narrowed her eyes at him knowing that punch was meant for her, but he wouldn't dare lay a hand on her and expect her to ever talk to him again. "Damnit, Denver. No...no he's not allowed to look at you. Not the way I do. I couldn't watch you be with another man, not with the way I want you." Mike closed the distance between them pressing the full length of his body up against hers. Denver raised her arms trying to push him away but Mike expected this and grabbed each of her wrists in a vice like grip. He pulled her hands up above her head and ground his pelvis into hers. "You want this don't you?" he said his breath becoming ragged like he was having a hard time controlling himself. He wanted his little sister ever since she became legal and he noticed how beautiful she'd become, and he wasn't the only one to notice. His friends picked up on it too. When Denver didn't answer, Mike grabbed both her wrists in one hand and let the other slide down the side of her body. His fingertips danced at the waist of her jeans waiting for a word of protest. Denver closed her eyes and felt the pull of her jeans as her brother undid the button and slid the zipper down. "Open you eyes. I wanna see your face as I finger my cunt." Denver's eyes flew open. "That's right. You're mine, and I am gonna ruin you for any other man." Denver's breath caught in her throat as she felt her brother's fingers snake under her panties and seek out her moist slit. He smiled like he knew her secret. "You're already wet for me." Denver's breathing quickened as her brother parted her and slid one finger along her pussy lips coaxing more of her juices to flow. Mike watched as her face flushed, and thought she never looked so beautiful. In that moment he could see everything she was thinking and feeling and he knew she didn't want him to stop. Slowly he touched his mouth to hers gently pulling her bottom lip into his mouth. Denver moaned as he pressed his lips harder into hers demanding more from her. His tongue dipped into her mouth and at the same time he snaked his middle finger inside her. She moaned louder as he pressed the palm of his hand into her clit making her grind into his hand. Denver could feel her climax approaching as her brother continued to abuse her mouth and pussy. The tingling began in her toes and she could feel it rising. "Do you want me to stop?" Her brother knew exactly where he had her, and he knew she needed this release. "Unh." "What?" Mike asked teasing her clit harder. "Don't...stop damnit, I'm almost there." He smiled as he slid his fingers out of her and concentrated on her clit. He could feel her pussy start to pulse and she gasped as her orgasm washed over her in powerful waves. Denver slumped on Mike's shoulder, his fingers still coaxing the last tremors of her orgasm out of her. Using his body, Mike pressed her back into the wall and removed his hand from her pants. Denver watched through heavy lidded eyes as he spread her nectar on her lips. He smiled as he bent his head down taste her. Her brother kissed her deeply and passionately swirling his tongue over her lips and dipping it into her mouth making sure she'd know exactly how she tasted. Mike backed up and looked her in the eye trying to read her expression. Denver blinked as if realized what just happened and slapped his hands away from her. She pulled up her pants and buttoned them. Mike still had a smile on his face, but she couldn't bring herself to look him in the eye. Denver pushed past her brother and walked out of the living room not turning around when he called her name. It was too easy. Everything was always so easy for him. He wanted her, and he got her, just like everything else. She closed her eyes as she pushed the back door open and ran to her car. She laughed out loud as she realized her brother hadn't parked behind her in the driveway. He parked on the street. She could have left a long time ago. Through the sound of the rain, Denver could hear Mike coming after her, but she was already at her car by the time he reached the back porch. She heard him call her name one last time as she started the ignition and backed out of the driveway. She watched in her rearview mirror as he stood in the middle of the front yard bare chested getting pelted by the rain. She tried to blink away the tears as she navigated her way through the pouring rain contemplating the consequences of what just happened. Caught in the Storm Ch. 03 Denver had driven through the rain trying to figure out what to do next. Her stomach was churning and her heart was still hammering in her chest. She had been driving around aimlessly for the last hour trying to figure out what to do, and the smell of her arousal was making her nauseous. A dull headache was starting to throb in the back of her head and the pounding seemed to be beating with the rhythm of the rain hitting her windshield. Her eyes were puffy making it difficult to navigate through the rain, but she didn't want to go home yet, sure that her brother would be waiting for her. She drove around town, and when she stopped she was sitting in front of the liquor store. Thinking of nothing better to do, she grabbed her stuff and locked up the car. Quickly she navigated the isles of the liquor store, found what she wanted and left. If she stayed in there long enough, she was bound to see someone she knew, and she didn't think that was the best idea in her current condition. Standing on the sidewalk next to her car, she rummaged through her bag looking for her keys. The rain had started again and drop-by-drop it was making Denver's hair stick to her face and neck. A chill ran down her back as the wind howled and blew her hair into her face. It almost seemed fitting that she never saw the man approaching from her rear. It seemed comical really. The man was nice but insistent when he asked for her purse and Denver had actually laughed out loud -- surely this couldn't be happening. "Ohh, I'm so scared," she said over her shoulder mocking the man behind her. "I'm not in the mood for this." She said still rummaging through her bag. She hadn't heard enough of the man's voice to tell which one of her friends it was, but she definitely didn't need this right now. Finally her fingers brushed along the metal ring and she pulled her car keys from her bag. Denver stepped from the curb to walk around the driver side of her car but before she could move further, she felt her neck snap back. Her eyes widened in fear as she realized the man behind her wasn't a friend and at the moment he had a fist full of her long brown hair. "I'm not kidding cupcake." Denver could feel the man's hot breath tickling her ear, as he pulled harder on her hair. White dots danced in front of her eyes as the pain in her scalp grew more intense. Without thinking, she dropped her bag and reached back behind her head trying to pry the fingers from her hair. The fear that was mounting in her forced her heart to beat out of her chest and finally it occurred to her to scream. She inhaled deeply prepared to cry out for help when a rough and calloused hand clamped over her mouth. Reacting without thought, she bit down on the side of the man's hand until the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth. "Ow!" The man yanked his hand from her mouth and she tensed waiting for him to silence her for good. "You stupid bitch, you broke the skin." Denver opened her eyes in time to see the back of the man's hand collide with her face. Denver fell to the ground wrapping her hands around her head, waiting for the next blow. She was still lying on the wet pavement when she heard the sound of her tires screeching away. She stood, tried to fix her hair and walked back into the liquor store. "Call the police," she said to the woman behind the counter, bile rising in her throat. "I've just been robbed." -------- It took about four minutes for the cops to get there and she couldn't imagine why no one had called them before. In her mind the event had stretched on forever, but she knew it couldn't have taken more than a few minutes because no one else witnessed what happened. The police took her statement and reported her car, purse and credit cards missing. The EMTs checked her vitals and bandaged the small cut she had on her cheek and gave her a couple aspirins. The scene was starting to clear and Denver drew a deep breath. "Would you like me to drive you home, miss?" Denver smiled but shook her head not at the officer. "Thanks, I'm gonna walk. I kinda just wanna be alone right now." He nodded his head and handed her a card with his name and number on it. She slipped it into the pocket of her jeans; the fact that she didn't have a purse to put it in wasn't lost on either of them. "If you need anything ma'am, feel free to call." She smiled. "Okay." She watched as the few remaining police officers got into their cruisers and pulled off. Her eye caught sight of a red mustang sitting on the corner and if she had any tears left in her she probably would have burst into hysterical sobs. Denver wanted to turn and run but her adrenaline rush was gone and she was left feeling sluggish and tired. So she stood with her feet planted on the pavement and watched as her brother approached her; hands in pockets. He looked worse since the last time she'd seen him. He still had the same jeans on but now he had on a sweatshirt. Something Denver whished she desperately had. His hair was a mess, his eyes were red rimmed and the beginning of stubble could be seen. She watched as he stepped up onto the curb not exactly sure what to say. If Denver had her way, it would have been weeks before she was ready to talk to him, but apparently the universe had other plans. "Den-", he started, looking down at his feet. "How did you know I was here?" She watched as his face flushed, and she could already guess what he was about to say. "It doesn't matter." He said with a sigh dragging his eyes to meet her gaze. "If its okay, I'd like to take you home." "Answer the question, Mikey." "I went out with the girl from the liquor store a couple times. She called me after she called the police." Denver threw her arms in the air and started to walk away. She knew it wouldn't get rid of Mike, but she had to distance herself from him. She could hear the sound of his shoes coming after her but she didn't slow down. "Denver. Denver, c'mon don't be like that, it was a long time ago," Mike said grabbing at her arm. "Don't be like that?" she said her voice rising. "Don't be like that? You just don't get it do you?" "No! No I don't, please explain it to me because I have no idea what your problem is." Denver spun around and smacked into her brother's chest. She hadn't expected him to be standing that close to her. "All your life you've gotten what you wanted when you wanted and when you were done with it, you forgot all about it. I am not gonna be your newest flavor of the week Mike. You've never had to work for a thing a day in your life, and because of that you think you're entitled to everything and everyone. Well not me. Go fuck the slut in the liquor store again. I don't give a shit what you do, just get me outta your system." "No." Denver furrowed her eyebrows. She had expected him to say a lot of things, but that definitely wasn't one of them. "What do you mean no?" Mike didn't answer. "Whatever, I'm tired, I'm wet, I'm cold and I'm going home." Denver turned to continue walking down the street but stopped when her brother reminded her that the guy that took her keys also had the key to her apartment. She wasn't going to ask him out loud to drive her someplace else, so she didn't protest when he took her by the elbow and led her to his car. Nothing was said the entire car ride, and she was having difficulty distinguishing who was more upset. He hadn't spoke and she refused to apologize for anything she said, especially because she knew she was right. She stared out the window trying to avoid looking at her brother. He was giving her the silent treatment and she knew he could keep this up for days. Somehow things had changed and he was the one brooding in the seat next to her while she felt oddly calm for the first time all day. When they pulled up to his apartment he didn't say anything. He shut off the car, got out and walked into the building. Denver stayed a few steps behind him as she watched Mike get his mail and head for the stairs. He opened the door to the apartment and left it hanging open for Denver. He pulled his sweatshirt over his head, walked to his room and shut the door. He came out a few minutes later with a towel, a pair of boxers and a t-shirt in his hand. He threw them on the couch and retreated back to his room and shut the door. Sighing Denver took the clothes and the towel and headed for the bathroom. She shut and locked the door and turned the shower on. She peeled her wet clothes off and dropped them on the tiled floor. For the first time all day she looked in the mirror. Her eyes widened at her reflection. She looked awful. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were puffy and red and there the bandage over her cheek she had forgotten about. She made sure the water was hot enough and she stepped into the shower trying to let the blistering water wash the memories of the day away. She grabbed the soap, lathered her hands and lazily began to wash her body. Denver closed her eyes and tried not to imagine the feel of her brother pressing her up against the living room wall in their parent's house. She tired not to think about the look in his eye when his fingers where teasing her slit. She tried not to hear the strain in his voice as he begged her to cum on his fingers. She tried not to feel the tension in his muscles as he tired to restrain himself. The moan that escaped her mouth startled her, but she didn't stop. Harder and faster she rubbed her clit allowing two fingers at a time to enter her. Through clenched teeth she rode out the waves of her orgasm struggling to stand in her brother's shower. Her body clenched around her fingers as she sighed and let the water wash away the evidence of her arousal. Through heavy eyes, she finished washing and stepped out of the shower. Feeling satisfied with herself, she toweled off and dressed in the clothes Mikey had left for her. She cracked open the door, feeling the cool air from the hallway spill into the bathroom. Denver padded barefoot down the hall and let out a sigh of frustration. She watched as Mikey feigned sleep on the couch where she was expecting to spend the night. Even if he was mad, he was still being polite. She turned on her heel and headed for his bedroom. As quietly as she could, Denver shut the door behind her and felt blindly around for the foot of his bed. She cursed out loud as she stubbed her toe on the edge of the bed. She pulled the covers back and slipped into the bed. She sank into the mattress and pulled the sheets around her. She inhaled Mikey's masculine scent and could feel it assaulting her senses and gently coaxing the wetness between her legs. Denver shifted under the covers trying to allow sleep to over take her but she could only focus on where she was and the feeling of the sheets rubbing against her skin. -------- For one reason or another, Denver's eyes fluttered open as she was pulled from her sleep. For a second she was disoriented and had forgotten she was in her brother's bed. Her eyes scanned the room for the angry red glow of the alarm clock and was annoyed to see it was blinking 2:47am. She took a deep breath and listened to the darkness. She turned trying to see the dark corners of the room, but she couldn't. Now, she felt like she was being watched. "What do you want, Mikey?" She said into the darkness, knowing he had to be somewhere in the room. "You never play fair." Denver rolled her eyes in the dark. "What the hell does that mean?" she tried to tell which corner of the room his voice was coming from but couldn't. "You walk around acting like you're in your own little world and nothing else matters." Denver didn't know what to say, so she waited for him to continue. "Like you are the only one with feelings. Well you're not Denver, and I'm sick of bending over backwards to please you. The world doesn't revolve around you." Denver was still shocked into silence when she sat up in the bed. "What are you talking about?" she asked trying to keep her voice from shaking. "You think this was easy for me? Do you have any idea how long I've been fighting this?" Denver furrowed her eyebrows in the dark because she couldn't compute what she knew her brother was about to say. "Fighting what?" she asked encouraging Mike to continue. "This!" he shouted making her jump. "Being this close to you. Just being in the same room with you drives me crazy. The way you chew your lip when you're confused, the way you laugh when you're scared. How you always hate asking for help, the way you squint your eyes when you try and remember something. How bad you are at telling jokes. Its everything, Denver, and I can't figure out why you hate me so much. All you do is push me away. What changed Dee?" Denver tried to swallow the lump in her throat. She couldn't bring herself to tell him what had changed, so she addressed another concern. "Mikey," she said softening her voice. "I don't hate you." Denver untangled her legs from her brother's sheets and watched as his dark shadow moved toward the edge of the bed. "Then what's the problem, Denver? Have I done something to you?" he asked as he sat down next to her. Denver turned and tried to look into her brother's eyes. It was difficult in the dark, but she could make out the worried expression on his face. "No," Denver said in a hushed voice. "Its just that everything always comes so easily to you, and I don't wanna be the next thing for you. I know how you are Mikey and when you get bored with something, you forget all about it. Just like your toys when we were little and just like all the girls you've dated. And don't think I don't know, because I'm the first one they come running to when you break it off trying to figure out what they did wrong. Today shouldn't have happ-." Denver was silenced with her brother's lips. She was shocked at how much passion and urgency he'd pressed his lips into hers. She kissed him back forgetting her resolve to stop this exact thing from happening. He broke the kiss, leaving them both breathless. "Don't ruin what happened today. It was perfect for me...until you ran out...and then got robbed." Denver smiled despite her herself. "It may have been, but it can't happen again. Its not right." Denver took a steadying breath. "You are just gonna have to get me outta your system." Even as the words were coming out of Denver's mouth she was praying he wouldn't listen. For too long she'd watched him date girl after girl consumed by jealousy that it wasn't her. She wanted her brother more than she wanted to admit, but she still had to be the voice of reason, even if neither of them wanted to listen to it. Denver could hear the frustration in her brother's voice. "I've tried, and I've tried with a lotta women. I thought it was just a phase that I was going through...I figured every guy wants his sister at some point, and eventually they get over it. Obviously that didn't work for me," he smiled nervously. Denver watched her brother as he sat next to her completely uncomfortable with the fact that he wasn't in control of the situation. She had never seen him so nervous and it made him all the more sincere. "Mikey-" she said quietly. "Wait, before you say anything else, if you are gonna turn me down, please don't say it out loud. Just don't say anything, and I will get up and leave and we don't ever have to talk about this again." For a second, Denver didn't say anything. She could feel her heart start to pound and she tried to calm herself down. She wasn't sure how to begin what she wanted to say, and her brother took that as a sign of rejection. "Right," he said standing. He was almost to the door when Denver shouted for him to wait. "Will you spend the night in here tonight?" They both knew what she was asking. "If I do, there's no going back, Denver." "I know, Mikey." She moved under the covers and watched as her brother approached the size of the bed. When they were little, they slept in the same bed all the time. Denver loved knowing that her older brother was protecting her from the invisible monsters that lived under her bed. But this was different. She didn't see her brother, she saw Mike, a man she'd known her entire life. She watched as he climbed into the bed with complete sexual confidence, and it scared her. She laid herself flat as he lay on top of her watching as the shadows of the night danc over her face. Slowly she watched as he lowered her face to her, feathering kisses on her neck. Taking his time, he kissed down her collarbone lifted her t-shirt and kissed the swell of her breasts. "Excited are we?" he asked before taking one swollen nipple into his mouth. She arched her back trying to get more of her breast into his mouth. She moaned as he licked and bit her left nipple while teasing the other with his fingers. He moved down her body with a quiet intensity that Denver wasn't expecting. It almost seemed like he had forgotten about his pleasure and was completely focused on hers. He kissed down her belly and dipped his tongue into her belly button. She watched with excitement as he continued to kiss lower. He got to the band of her boxers and slowly peeled them off her and threw them behind him. "Spread your legs for me." Shyly she opened her legs. "Wider." That wasn't a request. She spread her legs wider and watched as the top of his head moved closer and closer to her sex. Denver's breath caught in her throat as his tongue snaked in between her pussy lips lapping up the juices flowing from her body. "Oh, God!" Denver tangled her fingers in his hair pushing him harder into her pussy. Slowly he licked up and down her pussy lips like he was trying to taste it all. He spread her lips and clamped his mouth down on her clit, making her howl out in ecstasy. Teasingly, he inserted two fingers just enough so she could feel it. "Stop teasing and just do it." "Do what?" he said with a grin. "Eat me you fucker!" That's all he wanted to hear. He sucked hard on her clit and hummed making her body shake. He paused and rammed three fingers into her soaked pussy finding the little spot inside her that was making her leg shake. He removed his fingers and slid his tongue inside her pinching on her clit with his thumb and forefinger. He flicked his tongue up and down her slit and watched with pleasure as her body started to clench, just when he felt she was seconds from releasing, he stopped. "What are you doing?" she asked breathlessly. "Making this last," he said with a shit eating grin. Denver watched as he slid up her body and hovered over her. He looked into her eyes seeking the approval he knew she'd give. She smiled as she could feel is erection obscenely pressing against her leg. Until that moment, he had completely forgotten about himself. He was so consumed with being with Denver he hadn't realized he was about to burst out of his pants. Denver reached up and laid delicate sugary kisses on his face and lips urging him on. He kissed her back telling her that if they went too fast, he would be finished before they could get started. This shocked him, because usually foreplay didn't do much for him. The sensation of cumming was either brought on by a wet mouth or a tight pussy...and he had yet to experience either with Denver. He felt her trembling hands unbutton his pants and slide down his zipper. Mike gasped as he felt Denver wrap her fingers around his hard cock. He pulled her hand away trying not to blow his load into her small palm. He took a steadying breath and asked if this is what she really wanted. "With everything I am." Slowly, just like everything else he'd done that night, he began to slide his cock up and down his little sister's slit stirring her moisture and coaxing a moan from her throat. Wanting to remember this moment for the rest of his life, he gently pushed his cock head into the tight wet folds of her pussy. With one hard thrust, he pushed himself into her depths. Caught in the Storm Ch. 03 Denver watched her brother's face as he tried to take it slow. She could see the concentration etched in his handsome features as he slowly drove in and out, in and out. "Don't hold back." Mike looked her in the eye. "Don't hold back, Mikey. Just fuck me." Something inside Mikey snapped and he rammed his fat cock into his sister, not stopping until he smashed his pelvic bone into her clit. He could feel her body start to shake as he held himself over her. Harder and faster he pounded his baby sister, the girl he was supposed to be protecting not fucking in his bed. Denver dug her nails into her brother's back and screamed his name as her pussy contracted around his cock. Unintelligible grunts filled the darkness as each was approaching their climax. "I'm gonna cum Denver." "Do it, I wanna feel it. Don't pull out." She said as she grabbed her brother's ass and held him to her when she felt him start to pull out. Denver's body withered and stretched under her brother as he continued to pound away trying to bring her off before him. Mike bent down and clamped his teeth on a rosy nipple. He could feel the inner walls of her pussy contracting trying to milk the semen out of him, and it worked. Four more strokes were all that Mike needed to fill his little sister with his hot gooey seed. Mike collapsed on the bed next to his sister and dragged her close. Possessively wrapping an arm around her waist, he made sure she knew he was not intending to share her with anyone else. He studied the body lying in his arms with utter fascination. He was pretty sure he just had the most physically and emotionally fulfilling sex of his life, and it was with his sister. He waited until he could hear Denver's rhythmic breathing before he whispered, "I love you" in her ear and kissed her hair. Denver smiled into her brother's chest, and closed her eyes.