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Stormy Ch. 01

By: Lost Boy



I pulled the car into my driveway, parked and sat there with the engine running for a few minutes. Pulling myself out of the reverie I turned the engine off and looked up to the great oak standing between my parents home and our neighbors. I got up from my seat and walked to the tree and easily swung myself up to the lowest branch. Soon I was standing on the wooden walkway that spanned the distance between both houses. Stormy's dad had built it ten years ago tomorrow as a birthday present for his daughter and me. Of course it was my constant climbing along the limbs to her window that inspired this particular piece of engineering. Stormy and I had been friends since, well since forever. We shared the same birthday, lived next to each other and both of us had lost a parent. My dad had left my mom so long ago I couldn't even remember his name. And her mom had died in childbirth. But between our families we had survived, hell we had thrived. Secretly I looked up to her father like he was my own and I knew Stormy felt the same way about my mom. I leaned up against the railing as I had a thousand other times my fingers finding the initials etched there three years earlier. 

"Thought I might find you here." I looked up to see Stormy climbing out of her bedroom window. My heart caught in my chest as it always did lately. Lately, oh jeez it's been years now since she began to look like the woman she was growing into. Her long dishwater blond hair woven into a braid that hung down to her butt. I swallowed hard staring at the tight shorts clinging to her incredible ass. As she turned her impressive breasts came into view hidden under the clingy blue half shirt that also revealed her pierced belly button. I turned to look again over the shared backyard. "Whatcha thinking?"

"I can't believe its all changing. That in a couple of months we will be thousands of miles away you will be on one coast and me on the other." She closed the distance and I felt her hands slip around me from behind her breasts pressing against my back. I suppressed a shudder of desire as my childhood friend and the woman I most wanted to be with embraced me.

"What's really bothering you?" Her lips right by my ear, her breath as she continued causing a swelling between my legs. "I have a feeling there's more to it than us just parting." Every syllable precisely spoken as her lips brushed against my ear. I turned and looked over my shoulder, her face so close to mine. I looked into her steel gray eyes so prominent in her heart shaped face. Just below her eyes the high noble cheekbones, then her button nose, her full lips framing her brilliant smile. "Turn around." She said as a mischievous mask slipped into place. I turned and she molded herself to me my hands settled onto her firm butt. She kissed me and the world seemed to go away. There was only the heat of our bodies and the electric contact of our flesh touching. Her tongue invaded mine and we dueled for a time even as her leg rubbed against my crotch. When we finally broke the contact I was gasping she was wearing the sex hungry mask now. Even as her hand moved down between my legs the voice cut thru the air.

"Mike? Mike where are you?" My mom broke the moment. I groaned in disappointment. I looked at Stormy and she just smiled, "Later stud muffin." She tore away from our embrace and sashayed back to her window. She bent over letting her shorts ride up revealing a hint of her crotch missing a key piece of clothing, no panties. "Mike?"

"I'm up here mom, I'll be right down." I yelled back and began the climb down to the ground.

"You look like hell." That was my mom subtle as always. She offered me a cup of coffee, which I eagerly accepted.

"I haven't been sleeping well." She got that motherly look on her face.

"You need to take care of yourself, finals are coming up and you know how important they are." 

"I know mom, its just I have been distracted lately." She was sipping her coffee but her eyes brightened in response.

"Distracted, twitterpated would be closer to the mark." My face must have been that 'who me?' look. "Stormy huh?" She asked already knowing the answer. There had never been anyone else my entire life. I nodded and stared down into my coffee, my dark reflection stared back. A strong jaw was my prominent feature, just like my dad apparently. But I preferred my elegant ears with their slightly pointed tips. When I was a kid I always imagined I was a 'changeling' the elves had left for my mom since my dad had run away. And of course my light body frame, I was built for speed not strength, and that is why I was going to college on a sports scholarship. Track and field had saved my life; the same way gymnastics had changed Stormy's. We both train together, running and a weight regiment that works for both of us. Of course there is more we do separately but we try to find as much to do together as possible. 

"Twitterpated, nice word mom." She hugged me and whispered in my ear.

"Don't live a life with regrets." With that she stepped away looked me in the eye for a long moment and then turned away and left me to my own thoughts. I needed to clear my thoughts so I finished my coffee as I walked up the stairs. I walked to my room set out some clothes and then stripped down getting ready for a nice long hot shower. I stepped into the bathroom in a daze not seeing my mom until it was too late.

"Sorry mom." She looked at me her eyes looking at me appraisingly.

"God I make handsome kids." I blushed.

"Mom!" She dismissed me with a wave of a hand.

"Mike you need to relax. I breast-fed you for god's sake. Changed your diaper, should I go on?" I shook my head and held my hands up in surrender. She reached over and started the water for my shower then turned back and continued. "Stress will kill you." She looked past me and smiled. "Hi Stormy!" I smiled and looked at my mom.

"That won't work." I said she was always trying those sorts of things.

"Hi mom," came Stormy's voice from behind me, "nice view Mike." I turned around in shock and her eyes tracked down between my legs. "Yes mom you make yummy kids." Stormy always called her mom since, well since we were children. I turned back around and slipped past my mom and into the shower pulling the curtain behind me. I could hear mom's and Stormy's laughter and then there was hushed whispers and then my mother's voice.

"I'll leave you two alone." The door to the bathroom closed and I heard Stormy sit on the toilet. 

"She means well." Stormy's voice drifted over the falling water.

"That's what's so hard." I stepped under the water and wet my hair. She said something else but I couldn't hear it with the cascade of water around my ears. The curtain opened and Stormy stepped in wearing only a smile.

"I said do you mind if I join you?" I shook my head and looked her over from head to foot. For all of our years together and all the slap and tickle we had enjoyed, I had never seen her naked before.

"Damn Stormy." Her sun kissed skin was free of any tan lines. She turned around so I could see all of her. 

"Well I saw you, I figured I owed you." She walked over and held her hand under the water. "Perfect, can I share your shower?" She didn't wait for a response she simply stepped in and again pressed herself against me once more. Her lips found mine and I again rose to the occasion but this time without clothing to inhibit its movement my cock slipped right between her legs. Her thighs closed around it trapping it. She took my hands and placed them on her breasts. I began kneading them and heard her moan in my ear. "Mmmmm," suddenly she was serious, "I don't want to go to college a virgin and I have always wanted it to be you." She softened against me her commanding demeanor evaporating. "How do you feel about all of this?"

"I have wanted you for so long, it hurts when you walk by at school and I can't touch you, agony. I have loved you..." Her head lifted up and her eyes sparkled.

"Love? I never hoped that..." I interrupted her just as she had done to me.

"This isn't easy for me." She smiled and just watched and listened. "I have always felt a connection with you. Since we were kids I could almost finish your sentences and you mine. It was eerie that we shared the same birthday and your dad has always been great." My thoughts meandered but I got back on track. "I think I loved you since I was six, maybe six and a half. But then it got stronger and stronger until the physical aspects came into it. I have wanted to be with you for so long." She wiggled her butt teasing me once again. I groaned and continued, "so many nights I took matters in hand after we made out and I left frustrated." 

"No more teasing, I need you inside of me today and every day until, well until we can't anymore." I began to move my hips sliding between her wet hips feeling her hot wetness rubbing above me. She shuddered and her hands grabbed my arms. "That's not fair."

"Fair, no I am not being fair. And if you bend over you'll find out how unfair I can be." That hungry look returned and she growled in her chest.

"You want me bent over the first time?"

"Yes, truth be told I don't want you slipping and getting hurt." She laughed till she cried, her tears mingling with the shower water.

"I guess that would be safe sex?" She said when she could speak again. I nodded as I ran my hands over her body. "Then you shall have it then." She broke away from me and turned around and pressed her butt against my hardness having it slide between her cheeks and across her sex again. My hands settled onto her hips as she slid her hands down her body over her breasts, stomach, thighs, knees and finally her calves. She was folded in half and her sex was now easily accessible, I continued to move forward and back rubbing the head and length along the petals of her sex and about the tenth time I slipped inside of her and was soon hilted in her. I groaned, she moaned and I looked down at my buried cock in pleasant shock.

"I've never dreamt it would feel this good. You are so warm and tight." She could only moan and move a bit. I took her hint and pulled back a bit and then moved forward she gripped me like a velvet fist. I moved further back and faster, soon I was slamming into her in long hard strokes. Stormy began to moan and then cry out with each thrust and with a long wail she convulsed around me her entire body shaking. As tight as she was that it took to send me over the edge. I began to pulse inside of her my own knees nearly buckling another cry coming from her. We both dropped to the floor of the shower the water washing away the fruits of our lust. I pulled out of her and she turned around and threw her arms around me.

"I love you Mike!" I kissed her face, as the emotional bond between us grew stronger as the moments passed. 

"I love you Stormy!" We crawled to our feet and washed up kissing and groping each other. "I wish it could have been a more romantic setting." She smiled and kissed my cheek.

"Beds are so overrated. Plus my dad will be gone Saturday and we can explore each other better then. I want to give you a blowjob, I've been practicing." I made a mock look of shock.

"Why wait?" I said jokingly but she pondered it for a moment only before dropping to her knees in front of me. "What are you..." her lips wrapped around my semi hard cock. "Stor-my oh my god! That feels so good!" She stroked my length and it hardened quickly. Soon the head was in her mouth as she was swirling her tongue around it. I shuddered and looked down as she looked up at me, we maintained that connection the entire time. As she adjusted more and more of my length disappeared into her mouth. She could only take half of it but when she began to bob her head forward and back it didn't matter to me I was in heaven. I was panting in time with her movement, speechless as she strove to make me cum again. "Stroke it some more please." Her eyes glittered as her hand came into play again, sucking and stroking was quickly bringing me off. "I am getting close." I gasped as she sped up further her hand squeezing and stroking and she took another inch down her throat eager to please me. I began grunting as my toes started tingling. This made her take me out of her mouth and was stroking me furiously with the tip pointed at her tits. I groaned one last time and shot all over her lovely breasts. She took a finger and licked my cum off her tit.

"Not bad, not great but not horrible." I drew her to her feet and helped her clean up.

"That was incredible, thank you." She nuzzled me and said I would be reciprocating soon enough. "Glad to, with a little help that is." She smiled and licked my ear.

"I'm sure you are a natural."

"Mike! Stormy! Can you come down here?"

"Okay mom!" We yelled in stereo. I turned off the water and Stormy was already drying herself. When she bent over to dry her legs I tempted to start yet another love making session. 

"No, later, maybe." She said as she wiggled her ass at me. I groaned and began drying myself. 

"Fucking tease." Stormy only nodded and smiled. She dressed in the bathroom as I slipped into my room and got dressed there. Like her I wore shorts and a t-shirt but decided to go barefoot. We walked down the stairs to see an elderly woman sitting with my mom. She reminded me of a heavyset dwarf without the facial hair.

"Hey mom, who's this?" My mom rose to her feet and gestured for us to sit on the couch opposite her. I let Stormy sit first and then sat next to her.

"Mike, Stormy this is Natalie Brockmeyer, she is a retired nurse."

"Nurse? I am confused." I said seeing the pain in my mother's eyes.

"She is the nurse who help deliver both of you."

"Really," Stormy said, "what brings her here after all these years?"

"She has a confession to make." My mother said.

"What sort of confession?" We said in unison. Mom turned to Natalie and she looked guilty of something. She paused but then the words came rushing out.

"I was your nurse when you were both born. And I did something horrible and I need to try to make amends if I can." A cold fear hit me in my gut.

"What did you do?" Stormy had no voice and her color looked pale.

She looked at Stormy, "Your father's wife died in childbirth."

"You mean her mother?" I said already knowing the answer and the pain welled up and I spun towards my mother even as the words spilled from the nurse's mouth.

"No she," she pointed to my mom, "is your mother." Stormy's hand fell on my leg and she squeezed and squeezed until it hurt.

"No...no...NO!" Stormy's voice rose as her grip hardened on me.

"Mom? Did you know about this?" I remained calm on the outside but inside I was screaming as loud as Stormy was. She shook her head and was fighting back the tears we were both feeling. Stormy wasn't my childhood friend, she was my sister, hell she was twin sister and we just fucked with abandon upstairs. I was in love with my sister, but not in a sibling way, but as a man with a woman. I looked around the room in a daze and then turned on the nurse.

"Explain." That's all I could trust myself to say.

"Stormy's father had just lost a wife and a child. Your mother had twins; she had more than she wanted. I took one child and swapped it for the other. So the father had lost half as much and the mother had gained only half."

"Who the fuck are you Solomon? I am in love with this woman!" The words were out and Stormy looked at me and then the tears came. She cried and seeing that I lost it. We held each other and wept as if something deep inside had broken. 

"Love? You can't love her, she's your sister." The old woman stated the obvious with such ease. I broke my sister's grasp and rose to my feet in a rage.

"Can't? I have loved her for twelve years. We have lived next to each other all our lives." I wanted to hit the old bitch. "Does her father know?" The look of alarm on her face said yes he did.

"He knew, has always known." I sat floored, he knew, and he knew how we felt about each other. The man I thought of as my surrogate father had always known. That's why he moved next door. But why did he allow us to grow so close. Perhaps he couldn't and not let on for fear of prosecution. 

"We need time, so much has happened." I rose to my feet and drew Stormy up with me. "Let's take a walk and get some air." She only nodded and followed me an emotional blank right now. Once outside we headed south along the street towards the park. We walked in silence until we reached the shade of the trees at the entrance of the park. "What are we going to do?" My voice sounded hollow in my ears and Stormy just shook her head and began to walk deeper into the park. I followed and wondered if she had a specific place in mind or just needed to keep moving. It didn't really matter at this point I wanted to think. Shortly it became clear she did have a spot in mind we were heading for our circle of cedar trees. The circle was nearly perfect and in the autumn there was a soft bed of cedar needles to sit on. There was an evergreen that marked the center of the circle and that is exactly where she stood when I caught up with her. Her back was up against it and she wore a strange mask, so many emotions dancing on the surface. As I neared her she lifted her arms to me.

"Come here." I let her take me into her arms and we cried for a while until almost desperately her lips sought out mine. The wellspring of our desire rushed to the surface. At that moment I couldn't live without her touch, her taste and the sound of her voice. Hungrily our lips met and she moaned in my mouth as my tongue invaded. My hands moved up to her breasts finding her nipples instinctively teasing them to erection. Her hands settled onto my butt pulling me against her crotch as she rocked her hips so that my quickly hardening cock met her denim-clad sex. "I am not wearing underwear," she said as we came up for breath. "I need your dick in me soon." I never looked up not caring whether someone was watching us or not. 

"I will die without you." My words troubled me but at that moment it was true. I lifted up her top and feasted on her nipples. "Unzip my shorts and get my cock out." I moved from breast to breast suckling and nipping her sensitive flesh with my teeth as her agile fingers did their work freeing me from my shorts. My hands were busy as well unbuttoning her own shorts unzipping them and moving them over her luscious hips on their way to the ground. I stepped out of my shorts and Stormy mirrored my movements before spinning me around placing my back to the tree. She took a few steps back before doing a cartwheel into a handstand I got the hint and lifted her by the hips until my tongue and lips could taste her sex. As my tongue traced the petals of her pussy her mouth moved around my cock. Tracing the lips my tongue found a very sensitive spot, a little button of flesh that when I flickered it Stormy shuddered in my grip. I lightly suckled this nub and soon she was moaning and taking most of my dick in her wonderful mouth. I guess I was a natural at this. The way her mouth and tongue pleasured my cock when I made her happy just made me more eager to do a better job. I lavished her entire pussy with attention always going back to push her button. 

When Stormy couldn't take it any longer she took me from her mouth and growled, "I need you inside me, now!" Her arms went down and I lowered her slowly and she rolled to her feet if a little wobbly. She then raced over and jumped into my arms her legs straddling my chest. I let her slip down just a little to make it easier for her to guide me into her. My hands settled onto her hips and inch by inch lowered her until the head was pushing the petals aside.

"Ready?" I asked looking into her steel gray eyes. She nodded and with a lifting of my hips and moving my hands down I impaled her on me. She bit my shoulder to silence her cry of ecstasy as my arms began lifting and lowering her on my iron hard cock. After a short while my arms began to shake from the strain I looked around and found a nice patch of shade to lower her to so we could continue. I knelt with her still transfixed on me and eased her onto her back and once the stress was off my arms I began to thrust into her again. Quickly at first until she begged me to slow down. I moved in and out of her at a leisurely pace now enjoying the feeling of the way she felt around me. Every so often I would pick up the pace for a bit and then slow again. She began playing with her nipples and a hand slipped between us as she teased her button as well. I continued to move watching the looks her face took on, rapture, joy, and animal passion and yes sadness. As her body began to tense up and I knew she would be coming soon tears began to well up in her eyes I moved faster driving myself deep and hard into Stormy. She made little grunts now with each of my thrusts each a little louder than the last. And once more her mouth found my shoulder as a powerful orgasm gripped her, Stormy's teeth bit down hard breaking the skin but I continued to thrust until her hands went to my chest begging me to stop. I stopped hilted inside of her looking down at her angelic face. Her hand went to my face and traced my cheek and eyebrows.


Stormy Ch. 01



The storm yesterday evening was a downpour; hail pounded the roof sounding like thousands of hammers simultaneously. We had not had rain in almost a month and this drenching provided some relief. I hope that the heat wave is broken also. The sun set a bright red on the western horizon.

I awoke this morning to clear azure blue skies, bright sun, and calm winds. The sailor's lament about red sky at night must be accurate; it was a beautiful morning. I was the only one awake and enjoyed the silence of the quiet morning, the time alone to reflect.

I sipped a cup of coffee as I stared out the sliding glass door onto the deck and beyond onto the yard that seemed more green following the rain. Squirrels scampered about, birds landed on the birdbath for a drink, even annoying rabbits hopped about without a care. Apparently, the hail did no damage.

My quiet moment was broken as I felt a hand take my hand. I turned to see my adorable little sister standing next to me. I deeply loved this goofy little girl; she was sister, best friend, and confidant rolled into one. She seemed to have a sixth sense knowing my thoughts before hearing them. "I love you too, Alex."

Let me explain a few things. My sister, Cherie, is attractive. I do not mean attractive as in runway model. She is girl next door attractive. Cherie has sandy colored hair that leans more to brown than blonde. She has penetrating green eyes that sparkle in any light, cute little nose and lips with a mischievous smile locked into place. Cherie is 24, single, no boyfriend, and living in her family home.

I am 27, about two years and ten months older than Cherie is. I am six feet one inch to Cherie's five feet nine inches. I guess I am attractive, although like Cherie, I am single, no girlfriends, and living in our family home. My hair is a shade darker than Cherie's and we share the same color eyes. 

We do not live on some isolated property in the middle of nowhere; we live on the edge of a large city in the Midwest United States. We have good educations, careers that let us work from home, and plenty of time to socialize. We socialize a lot.

We live at home for convenience and because we inherited it from our parents who died in a private aircraft accident three years ago. The house is large enough that Cherie and I have our own apartments and share the common areas. The sliding glass door onto the deck and yard is one of those common areas where we share private moments like this.

Cherie leaned her head onto my shoulder and I turned my head to kiss the top of her head. "We have another busy work day ahead of us, Cherie. We better have some breakfast, clean up, dress and get after it. I have a client meeting downtown today, what's up with you?"

"I have to go into town too, I have some sketches needing approval before I colorize them. When is your meeting, maybe we can go together." We were both business when we talked business. Even working at home, we remained professional having clients to our home offices or meeting them in town. Our meetings were close enough together in time and place that we planned to make it a joint trip.

Cherie works in graphic arts and free-lances for museums, theaters, and the city. She has a reputation for blending real scenes with creative interpretations. She has a keen sense of color that gives her work three-dimensional qualities. Her meeting today is with a privately funded old market area art gallery.

I am a human resources consultant specializing in interpersonal communication, diversity, and talent management from within. My meeting is a third follow up with a law firm that is regional and national. They have problems with their computer-mediated communication, they lack a feedback loop and communication is top down. I have to moderate some meetings because of hubris in the firm.

Our meetings concluded late that afternoon and we met at one of our favorite hangouts for a drink. Cherie was in a great mood, her sketches approved as is and she could move forward with colorizing. I was less happy, my client was blind to the affect he has on dialogue in the company and today's moderated meeting did not go well. 

"Lets stay in town for dinner, Cherie. There is a new Indian restaurant that reports say has very authentic cuisine. My treat." Although my meeting did not go well, I did collect a healthy fee.

"I was about to suggest the same thing and restaurant. We are well tuned to each other. I was even going to suggest you treat." Cherie's smile melted away my anger over my meeting; we paid for our drinks and walked the few blocks to the restaurant.

Our pallets were not denied a treat of excellent Indian food. The spices were fresh giving the diner a sense of eating in India. We had a new place to add to our list.

My car was only a short walk from the restaurant and the evening was pleasant. Cherie took my hand, as is her usual behavior. The casual observer might not see our family resemblance seeing only a man and a woman on an evening stroll. Our friends knew how attached we are to each other, especially since our parents died.

"Alex," Cherie broke our silence, "what would you say to a proposal that we research how we could form our separate businesses into a single entity. I think our two minds together can form a business in which we compliment our strengths."

"A business proposal, keep talking, I'm interested." Somehow, I knew she geared it to her more creative side. "I presume it has more to do with your creativity and less to do with consulting."

Cherie squeezed my hand, "Not entirely, my thoughts do revolve around graphic interpretation and art; however, I want to explore how we might link creative graphic art with dialogue and communication. If art speaks to people in different ways, how can we use art as a tool to improve dialogue? When you see a piece I work on, you see it differently than I even though our minds think alike in other ways. You help my work when you tell me what you see. My meeting today went well because your eyes helped me see things I missed."

"Then perhaps we could use graphic interpretations of miscommunication to show how dialogue breaks down when too much hubris invades an organization. My words are having no impact on my client and perhaps seeing hubris in graphics, he might get it. My sweet sister, you are on to something." I squeezed her hand as she had squeezed mine.

We drove through the evening streets of town toward our home. Cherie spoke first, "Would it be to presumptuous to suggest we toast our joint venture with some wine when we get home?"

"Not at all, we have a couple fine bottles in the chiller waiting for a special occasion." I winked and smiled at my sister knowing her mind was already imagining a business plan.

"What's the wink and smile for?"

"For you, I know you are already racing ahead conceiving a business plan."

She gave me a look I had not seen on her face before then she shocked me with the next statement, "I guess it's about time I conceive something." Cherie bowed her head after saying that. My sixth sense of her told me she wished she had not been that forward.

"Cherie, we are both in the same boat. We focus on work and, even though we party often, we are always a couple. We are tuned to each other's frequency and people accept that. I don't ask for dates because I wouldn't want you left alone." I hoped my tone and words were correct. I wanted my sister to keep smiling.

Cherie lifted her head, looked at me and smiled, "Tonight it is wine and no business. Let our hair down and get silly. You up for that?

"Silly it is. How silly, one bottle silly, two?" 

Giggling, Cherie said, "Drunk silly, three, maybe four. No business tonight!"

We reached home in just a few more minutes, I suggested we change from our business clothes and relax with our wine. Once inside, we went to our separate suites and changed. I slipped into comfortable athletic shorts and oversize T-shirt. Cherie and I dressed the same way home alone and that is what I expected tonight.

I went to the wine chiller and pulled a bottle from the rack, got glasses, and went to the living room waiting for Cherie. My jaw dropped when she walked into the room. "What are you gawking at? Haven't you seen an attractive woman before."

"Pardon me for staring. I'm seeing much more than attractive, I see hot!" Hot she was, dressed in tight form fitting shorts and matching tube top clearly without a bra.

"So you are seeing me differently tonight. You think I'm hot. I don't have to be all business." Cherie gave a twirl for effect and the effect was full. She filled the shorts nicely. "Now, lets get silly."

We drank the first bottle quickly and dived into the second. We put our favorite music mixes in the CD player singing and dancing right along. Cherie got into the music and some of her dancing was highly suggestive. 

One of our slow songs came up in the mix; Cherie pulled me close, "Dance with your hot little sister." Cherie was more skin than clothes and touching her was electric. Her arms around my neck and mine around her waist, she gyrated her hips against me. I dared not think the question that popped into my mind fearing Cherie knew it and would answer it aloud.

We continued our dance, Cherie's head resting on my shoulder, her face nestled against my neck, was she pursing her lips kissing my neck. Did I just hear her sigh? The song ended but Cherie continued hugging me, pressing her hips against me, and pursing her lips against my neck.

"Cherie, shouldn't we stop, the music ended. Lets drink our wine." I admit I was having difficulty thinking clearly.

"I'm just getting started, you said I looked hot. And, it feels like you still think I'm hot." Cherie rubbed against me making sure felt what she thought she felt. I pushed away.

"Cherie, we are blood, there is a taboo that we dare not break." I handed Cherie her wine and raised my glass to her.

"Alex," Cherie whispered, "didn't you enjoy having a real woman excite your hormones?"

"We need to keep our hormones to ourselves. I am not going to go there with my sister." I made sure she heard my serious tone.

Cherie gave me a pout then in a childlike voice, "Then you don't want to get silly?"

"Silly and sexy are different. I'm not doing sexy with my sister." My voice remained stern.

"Are you saying I'm sexy?" Cherie wanted to trap me with my own words.

"I said silly and sexy are different. Don't try trapping me."

"Then you think I'm not sexy?"

"You are my sister, my attractive sister, I'll admit that; however I'm not going to let you play word games with me. Can we just drink our wine?" I sat in my favorite chair with a full glass of wine. My sixth sense of my sister made me aware that yesterday's hailstorm was about to fade from memory with the storm brewing in Cherie.

After Cherie gulped her wine and refilled her glass, the storm broke. "You know you find me sexy and now I'm going to prove it." In a move that would make a magician marvel, her tube top flew across the room landing in my lap. "Look at these tits, Alex. These tits are full, firm, and 34B. My nipples ache for a man's touch. Damn, you look!"

I looked; saw beautiful breasts standing proud on Cherie's chest. She was right; they were full and firm with delicate little nipples. "Okay, I see them. Put this back on." I flung the tube back at her and she let it fall to the floor.

Almost as fast as her tube hit the floor, her shorts did also, no panty. "Keep looking. See this ass, see how tight it is, no wiggle, no bounce. This ass wants to feel a man's balls slapping against it, a man's hands groping it. See this neatly trimmed pussy; this is a virgin pussy, hymen intact. This pussy aches for the feel of a man's cock breaking that little flap of useless skin that makes a girl a woman. Do you see me in my full nakedness?"

"What do you want from me, some kind of approval that you have a body that any man would long for?" 

I could not say another thing before Cherie picked at my words again. "Are you one of those any men? Are you that stupid to realize when I say I love you I mean it in every way?"

"I am not any man, I am your brother. I can't be anything other than your brother; I won't be anything other than your brother. You talk about a joint venture and now you want to rip the fabric of our life, our home. I feel it may already be in shambles." I rose, threw the remainder of my wine down my throat, and shoved past Cherie for my room. "Enjoy yourself, Cherie. You went way past silly all the way to fucking stupid!" I locked the door to my suite of rooms; I had to get her display out of my mind. How could she be so crude and how could she think I would fall for her display. I did not even care what was going on in the living room.

I did not want to leave my apartment when morning arrived. Did Cherie go to her apartment, pass out drunk in the living room, and was she dressed. The image of her nakedness returned vividly to my mind, the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, her ass, her pussy, and her legs. Then came the image of her legs wrapped around my naked waist as I satisfied her need to loose her virginity. I had erase that vision but now I have had it and it is etched from where it came.

I had to face the day, opened my door and walked toward the living room and kitchen. I saw Cherie's two pieces of clothes on the floor. I looked into the living room, she was not there. I moved toward the kitchen. Looking out the sliding glass door, I found Cherie. She looked asleep on one of the deck lounge chairs.

I opened the door and stepped out. "Cherie, wake up. You're still naked and exposed." Then I saw her lips blue, her skin clammy and cold. Cherie was dead.  



Stormy Ch. 01



"I should have known." She whispered to me.

"Should have known what?" I asked deeply concerned.

"Your eyes, they are just like mine, the color of storm clouds. All this time I was looking at you and never saw the obvious." Her legs moved up and behind my butt, "Fuck me brother, I want to feel you cum inside of me, perhaps for the last time." My hips moved of their own accord driving my blood-hardened shaft in and out of my sister. Her legs pulling me deeper and deeper inside with each cycle of movement, I lowered my head and took a nipple into my mouth and with a gasp from her we were off. "This is all for you enjoy my body and take any pleasure you want from it." Faster and faster I drove into my sister's pussy until her legs stopped my movement. She rolled me onto my back and smiled down at me. "You are too eager to finish this, here let me show you how to fuck a woman." My eyes locked with hers as she shifted her legs so she could straddle me and ride my cock. Slowly she rose and slower she descended making my toes begin to curl. Achingly sweet was her aspect as my sister Stormy began to pleasure me once again. I watched intently as her body swallowed up my shaft and then like magic it reappeared. Her eyes fluttered from time to time as the pleasure ran thru her in waves.

"I am getting close." I muttered thru clenched teeth. Again she smiled as she quickly picked up the pace and the sound of our bodies meeting echoed thru the trees. The slapping sound became frenetic as her breath came in rapid gasps like a sprinter nearing the end of the race. My body began to stiffen, my cock swelled inside of her and with a muffled shout I thrust myself against her impaling her as I came. Pulse after pulse shot inside of her as I was shaking from the orgasm's intensity. 

"Yessssssss." Her cry rose and then hung on the air as it faded to stillness. I heard movement around us, as our lovemaking must have finally drawn someone's attention. 

"We have to go, hurry Stormy." We were both laughing as we slipped our shorts on and raced out of the park. I lead us around a few blocks not wanting to go straight home until I was sure we weren't being followed. I held her as we caught our breath half a block from home. "I love you." She threw her arms around me and kissed me again.

"I love you too." My mind was made up and the decision was clear in my head. We walked back to my home and our mother. I opened the door and let Stormy race past me to go upstairs and clean up. Natalie and my mom were still talking when we arrived. The look on my face must have spoke volumes about our decision.

"We don't want anyone else knowing. I am going to get fixed but we are going to remain together." I turned my full attention to Natalie, "and one word from you and I will have your pension and everything you own, do you understand me?" Natalie blanched but nodded her agreement. My mother rose to her feet ready for an argument. "I love her mom, I have always loved her and no one and nothing is going to change that."

"I am not going to argue with you." Now I was in shock. "I have watched you two grow up together and seen the way you looked out for one another for all of your lives. I never expected any other decision than that. I wanted grandkids but you can always adopt to placate me in that. You have my blessing and I will help you with the doctor on your surgery as well. Son you have more courage than I ever hoped you would have..."

"Knock knock, hey how is..." Stormy's father stood at the open door his eyes locked on Natalie, "...you! What are you doing here?"

To be continued...



Stormy Ch. 02



I am sorry for the long delay for this follow up piece... Please vote and comment, thanks! I hope you enjoy! 

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We pushed passed Stormy's dad even as his skin flushed with rage and the door slammed behind us.

"I hope he doesn't kill her," Stormy said gripping my hand tighter still.

"He won't but I am sure he will put the fear of God into her." I said pulling her along not knowing where we were going. 

I saw my car and we shared a glance and smiled together.

"Road Trip!" we said as I drew my keys from my pocket.

The old Plymouth ate up the miles as afternoon drew on into dusk and still we drove on in a singular straight line. The radio masked the raw silence in the car as both of us for the first time in years had nothing to say. A light pattering of rain fell as the full cover of night enveloped us and still the music and still the silence between us. The light rain became an honest to goodness shower and the dull thump-thump of the windshield wipers joined the melody of our despair. A road sign informed us we were approaching a national park and without a glance sideways I knew she wanted to be there. I knew as I had always known all our lives so many things. I felt when she was happy like the day she got on the honor roll at school for the first but not last time. I felt when she was sad and knew to the minute when her cat shadow had died. I remember waking up crying and went to the window even as she was walking over to tell me she had gotten up to pee and found him. Even now as I made the turn to enter the park drawn like an iron filing to a magnet I felt her hunger and the growing rage of the storm... our storm.

"Mike," her voice cut through me and drew me up and out of that place I had crawled into. "Remember when shadow died?"

I looked at her and I guess my expression must have spoke volumes.

"You were thinking about that night too?" She asked a mask of profound shock on her lovely features. "What's wrong with us?"

"Wrong... wrong... there is nothing wrong with us Stormy," I said feeling the heat rising in me. "We are two people in love and tomorrow when we go back I will apply for admittance to Caltech and we can be together."

The road leads down to the lake front and our final destination. The asphalt turned to gravel and at last to sand as we parked near the shore. The car rocked as the wind picked up and we could see the trees all about us sway in the ever strengthening gusts as the heart of the storm drew ever nearer. 

"You can't go to Caltech Mike," Stormy said having to raise her voice a bit now.

"Why the hell not," I said angry now.

"I was saving it as a surprise but I well... I switched colleges months back." She said smiling brilliantly.

The anger and pain all of it evaporated in the joy I felt knowing we weren't going to be separated! 

"You little minx," I said leaning into a soul wrenching kiss.

"I'm your little minx," she moaned into my mouth as she climbed into my lap and straddled me.

I tugged off my shirt as she mirrored my action and we pressed our naked flesh against each other as we renewed our kiss. Even as we tried to remove our shorts it became obvious there wasn't enough room in the front seat. I looked at her and then outside and she just nodded and smiled. We both knew it was crazy but right then and there our lust was more powerful than logic. Drenched... soaked to the bone... instantly and it didn't take us long to rid ourselves of the unwanted clothing. It took me less time to pin Stormy against the nearest tree and drive my cock between her legs impaling her savagely. As I thrust up and into her she raked my back and bit my neck drawing blood in both places. She cried out with unbridled passion but the wind and thunder stole her voice. We were left with a simple and primitive form of communication. I fucked her and she took it. Her hands were in my hair now as she pushed my head down to her tits and I bit, licked and suckled her sensitive nipples. Like I said primitive and as the darkness encroached and stole away the light of day our only illumination the blinding flashes of lightning that dazzled the eyes and left spots in its wake. 

At some point Stormy shoved at my chest knocking me to the ground and when I looked up she was on her hands and knees wiggling that wonderful ass of hers at me. Growling I crawled behind her, lined up my cock and slammed it into her.

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS," she screamed and her voice echoed off the water and the bluffs beyond.

I gripped her hips harshly and began thrusting into her as hard as I could. We were grunting in perfect timing with each other and in one voice we howled as we came together. I fell panting on top of her and she rolled me onto my back and unrelenting moved between my legs and started sucking me off. I looked up and saw the rain soaked hair plastered to her back as her head moved up and down. Stormy's eyes glittered like polished steel in the lightning and that feral hunger was etched deeply on her lovely features. She wrapped both her hands around me and double fisted me as she begged for my cock.

"Give it to me," she growled. "I need you inside of me again lover. MMMMMMMMM that's it you're getting hard again just for me! The storm has moved on follow me."

She let go of me and rose to her feet and walked to the lake. I rolled onto my knees and followed her until we were standing ankle deep in the frigid water. She bent over and grabbed her knees offering her pussy to me and I accepted. I moved behind her and eased my cock into her warm wet depths again. 

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN feels so good lover," she purred. "Fuck me but nice and slow."

I moved my hips just like she wanted leisurely relishing every inch of her tightness. We made love now and the hunger had turned from a white hot flame to slow burning embers. I did all the work while she savored and enjoyed each forward thrust. I could see Stormy bite her lip and nod as our bodies met over and over again. Her eyes were half lidded and I could hear her panting now that the winds had died down to nothing. I realized that each breath she took so was I and I knew that for each beat of her heart mine was there too. We were in absolute sync one with the other. I felt her hunger rise and the pace increased as she began to thrust backwards now. Her panting got louder and I felt the first stirrings of our climax. 

"Yes lover," she moaned.

Slap... slap... slap... went our bodies as we came together faster and harder now. Stormy was being impaled each and every time now and our moans were echoing off the still water. Harder now I rammed my hips into her and she was pushing back with as much force as she could muster. These too drifted across the water to the bluffs and beyond and as my cock swelled in her she looked over her shoulder and tears of joy ran down her face as she nodded. She was close to coming right along with me. I tightened my grip on her hips and was thrusting as fast and as hard as I could now and we were seconds away... mere moments now... just one more thrust and... there came a brightness behind my eyes as I came and the sensation of floating and then well then nothing.

Someone was shaking me and I opened my eyes and Stormy was standing over me. At first I couldn't hear what she was saying I mean her lips were moving but for the life of me I couldn't hear a damn thing. Click!

"Mike, are you alright," she was shouting at me.

"SHHHHHHHHHHH," I said wincing from the suddenness of the volume.

"Sorry," she said moving to sit next to me. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah what happened?" I asked looking around.

We were still at the lake but we were no longer in the water but a good thirty feet back from the shoreline.

"I think we got hit by lightning," she said giggling.

"You think that's funny," I said and damn her but her laugh was infectious.

"Yes... no... oh hell I don't know." She said grinning like an idiot.

"Did I lose anything important," I asked looking down and sighing seeing my dick still attached. "Oh thank god."

Somehow we managed to survive a bolt out of the blue while we were fucking in the lake. 

"I'm guessing it hit the lake and we were lucky enough to be launched instead of killed," she said begin all analytical. 

"Like I said before thank god," I told her as I tried to sit up but a rush of dizziness prevented me.

"I think you hit your head when you broke my fall," Stormy said with a kiss on my cheek. "My hero."

"All in a day's job ma'am," I said then I realized the car's engine was running.

I looked over and saw our clothes lying on the hood and figured she was drying them with the heat from the engine.

"Brilliant," I told her.

We didn't wait until they were completely dry but were more dry than soaked. Stormy drove us home and it was full dark and after midnight before we even left the park. I didn't realize any of this until we reached home at nearly two in the morning. The lights were on in both houses and we debated which one to go into. Stormy parked the car and we needn't have worried as the sound of the car doors closing was enough to warrant both houses emptied of their solitary occupant. Mom raced up and pulled me into her arms and Stormy suffered the same fate from her father. The four of us went into our home since it was the closest and we fully expected the dreaded 'talk'. But we were given towels and ordered into dry clothing before anything else happened. We raced upstairs and I stripped down and dried off as Stormy used the tree and did as she was told. Ten minutes later we were all sitting down around the kitchen table I was sporting a faux hawk thanks to mom and Story had a towel wrapped around her still drying hair.

"We want you to know that nothing is going to change," mom started off.

"Yeah as far as we are concerned things are copasetic and you two should lead your lives as you see fit," Stormy's dad said with a warm grin.

"I don't get it," I said. "We thought that either you'd strangle the nurse or forbid us to see each other."

"Yeah being what we are and all," Stormy added.

"Guys," mom continued. "The two of us haven't been blind to what went on between you two. You are in love and who are we to say no to that? Besides we have some news of our own."

Was mom crying? Then I looked at my biological dad and he was grinning like the cat that ate the canary. But before I could say it Stormy beat me to it.

"You're getting married?"

Mom stuck her hand out and the rock on her finger was fucking huge.

"Way to go dad but how could you afford a stone like that?" I asked.

"I've been saving up for it for years now. Since both you and Stormy got scholarships I could finally break down and buy it." He explained.

"How long has this little tryst been going on?" Stormy asked with a smile that made her eyes crinkle up.

"Long enough young lady," mom said with a smile of her own.

"Did Stormy tell you the good news Mike," dad asked.

"Yes she did," I said. "Months ago she changed schools we are both going to Miskatonic now."

Mom stood up clapping and it wasn't long before a family hug ensued. Of course three seconds into it I saw the floor jump up at me and then nothing... again.

The next time I woke up it was in the hospital and I was wired up and there was an I.V. in my arm and oxygen up my nose.

"What the hell," I moaned.

"You are stable now Mike," it was my mom's voice. "You two will be just fine."

"TWO... where the hell is Stormy?" I asked and with some difficulty turned my head and saw that she was in the bed next to me sleeping. "What happened?"

"Neither of you mentioned the little lightning strike," she said softly which I knew intimately well as her worried voice.

"We kind of got caught up in the good news thing, sorry mom." I said.

The door opened and a young doctor walked in carrying a tablet computer.

"You both are extremely lucky to be alive, your heart stopped twice on the way over in the ambulance and hers only once thank goodness. Would you care to explain how you both got struck at the same time?" the doctor asked.

"No not really," I said embarrassed but knew better seeing the look in my mom's eyes. "Okay after the little altercation at the house we road tripped down to the national park. The storm had blown over so we kind of went skinny dipping."

"That's all," mom asked with a knowing look.

"Errr... maybe we were having sex in the shallows when we were struck."

The doctor's eyes widened in shock but mom never missed a beat and slapped my leg.

"That's my boy, death defying sex at your tender age. Scratch that one off your bucket list."

I felt the heat in my cheeks as I blushed and the cardiologist just shook his head.

"Anyway, we will need to run some more tests. A neurologist is going to come in both of you are exhibiting some erratic readings. Nothing serious just something that needs to be monitored for a few days."

"Sure it's not hormones doc?" mom asked trying to lighten the mood.

"Well if it is I'm not sure we should keep them in the same room." He replied. "Anyway get some rest and we'll take great care of both of you."

A Dream Shared:

I was dreaming. I knew I was dreaming because it was the same dream... again. I have been having it since I was a kid. I was inside of a museum with all the stuffed animals, massive stone dinosaurs and sarcophagi. I am drawn unerringly, like always, into the basement and to the room and in the room the crate. Written on the sides of the crate in thick black block letters was, Antarctica 1930: Dyer Expedition. This time the dream was different there was Stormy but she hadn't opened the crate yet.

"Stormy?"

"Mike?"

I offered her my hand.

"Come on Stormy we have to go."

"But Mike... the crate is singing to me I have to see..."

"NO," I tell her as I close the distance. "I don't know why but there is something bad inside."

"Come on Stormy," said the feline voice from the crate. "This is history this has already happened. Open the crate!"

"No please don't," I begged.

"I have to Mike," she said. "I can't stop this."

Already her hands were moving, downward, grabbing, lifting the lid and that light that terrible light erupting from beneath.

"You will be my eyes girl," the voice whispered.

"Mike," her voice was so weak just like it always is.

"I am here Stormy I am always with you," I tell her.

"I am NOT alone," she screams.

That is how the dream always ends. I open my eyes and see the nurse standing between our beds and she is looking from me to Stormy and back again. 

"What is it," I ask.

"Your monitors," she gasps. "Both of your monitors they are in perfect sync with each other. I have never seen anything like it."

"Mike," Stormy moans. "I had that dream again."

"The crate and the light and the voice..." I tell her. "So did I."

The nurse rushes out of the room and all pandemonium erupts as the doctor arrives and sees the machines beeping as one and then he calls in the specialists and they stare dumbfounded at the anomaly. They shut them off and restart them but it changes nothing. They even replace the machines and still we share the same heartbeat and the same breath oh hell the same everything.

"Are they alright," my mom asks as they try to remove her from the room, bad idea. "I asked a fucking question are they alright?"

"They are perfectly healthy please leave the room now," the specialist says and then the wrath of my mother manifested in full form.

She snatched the doctor by his splendid white coat and pulled him within biting distance and locked eyes with him.

"My son and that girl are leaving this hospital now. If anyone has the balls enough to try and stop us I pity them," she whispered.

"Mike... Stormy... we are leaving... now," so it was said and so it happened.

"But we need to study them," one doctor mistakenly said loud enough for my mother to hear.

While the two of us dressed mom turned on the man who had spoken those words and without another word from her the room emptied. As if magically summoned Stormy's dad oh hell our dad appeared and looked around at the mayhem outside our room.

"What the hell is going on here," he asked.

"We are leaving and I will explain everything on the way home," mom said.

"Okay, fine by me," he said knowing better than to argue with mom.

The four of us walked out and I helped Stormy she was still a little light headed. We decided on the stairs it was harder on Stormy but safer for all of us.

"I just wish none of this had ever happened," she whispered to me.

"I know," I told her.

Five flights of stairs later and we made our way to the SUV and dad drove us home. Even as we left the hospital parking lot three black vehicles drove in passing us. I looked back and noticed the license plate of one it was Government Issue.

"That's not good," I mutter.

"What's wrong Mike," dad asked.

"Three government vehicles," I said and we all held a collective breath.

We headed home but not without a lot of looking back and expecting the worst. We anticipated that at any moment the shadowy black vehicles would show up and take us away. But they never did. We got home and we waited but nothing ever happened. Hours turned into days and then into weeks and still nothing ever came of the strange incident at the hospital. The most unusual thing and the very last mention of it was the lack of a hospital bill that never arrived.

Old M.U.:

It was true that Stormy and I had gotten into college on a sports scholarship and we were both nervous whether or not we could hack the academic side of things. But we surprised ourselves at how well we settled into the university life. Though we lived on campus, renting a one bedroom apartment, we decided to pledge to the top sorority and fraternity Old M.U. had. It had been partly our parent's idea, they said it would be good to belong, and we agreed. I pledged to Delta Epsilon Pi and Stormy to Omega Nu. Much to both our surprises we were accepted and a month of pure hell followed. Well maybe not all that bad there were some humorous moments during our time as pledges. Having to arrive naked for my algebra class was an eye opener for the instructor, Professor Jane Dyer, but I earned bonus points for sitting through the entire class in such a defenseless state. My pledge brother shared the story with the entire fraternity. I had begun to earn a reputation for taking on any challenge that wouldn't get me expelled. Sadly Stormy had also taken on some herculean tasks of her own. The worse was the no sex for an entire month. To say that put us both on edge would be a huge understatement. However the visit to the mall and lingerie she had purchased for night thirty one was promise of very pleasant things to come. I even found her diary she kept for the Sorority. 

Virgin's Log Day 27: 

I awoke in the middle of the night with his body next to mine. I was soaked and hungry for my lover but I remembered my promise. I rolled onto my side and rubbed my aching pussy through my panties. I had to be careful and not to wake him for if I did I know my promise would mean little for I can barely keep my hands to myself. I tug my panties to the side and begin teasing my clitty with one finger oh so slowly imagining it's his tongue on me. My grunt escapes my lips and look over to make sure he is still asleep. He rolls onto his back and I see the tent his cock is making in the sheet. Oh god help me I start fingering my pussy now to divert my desire to gobble him up with my eager mouth and...

"Ahem," Stormy said with arms crossed under her tits. "Like what you're reading lover?"

"UMMMMM... busted huh?" I said and she nodded with a wicked smile. "I think you need a cold shower not sure my sorority sister is going to approve."




Stormy Ch. 02



Finding Cherie dead on the deck shocked me to my core. I was alone, the real alone, no partner in my life. I raced to call 9-1-1 then found a blanket to cover her. I searched for some kind of note, a message of good-bye, anything that I could cling to, nothing.

The next several hours involved police statements, recounting our day, evening, our argument about incest, and my reaction to leave her standing naked as I went to my room. All the time, the coroner investigated and Cherie's body remained on the deck. The police and coroner searched for evidence of foul play to link me to her death. I was a person of interest.

The coroner finally removed her stiff lifeless body onto a gurney and zipped the body bag. Now it would be days of waiting for autopsy reports. Her death, 'under suspicious causes,' hit the paper and, naturally, I was the last to see her alive and a person of interest. 

When the autopsy report went public, the coroner reported natural causes, a burst aneurism. The police cleared me of any responsibility. Well that meant nothing to my clients, they all paid for services rendered to date and terminated our association. 

I tried to get my lawyer to go after the police, coroner, and press for destroying my business and my life. The legal system protects itself well and covered dirt faster than a cat covering shit. I decided to have an estate sale, sell the contents of our home, sell the house and go somewhere, anywhere. I was a plague on my social group.

Cherie had a large life insurance policy to which I was beneficiary. I had money to live on for a few years and maybe longer if I became a complete recluse. Time would tell. I loaded my car with the few things I still owned and watched my life disappear in the rear view mirror.

I destroyed my iPhone, cancelled all my online social media accounts, and saved only a few pictures with special meaning. I bought one of those disposable phones and gave the number to no one. I was a free spirit although there was no spirit left.

I drifted for a couple months. If someone looked up aimless in the dictionary, my picture would appear. Somehow, I ended up in gold country in California working a claim I bought for ten thousand dollars.

Now, almost five years later, I have taken about 100 ounces of gold to the assayer. Five years work just to recover my investment does not sound like good returns; however, that would change in the coming weeks.

I worked deeper into the claim than I ever had and began finding veins of gold rich ore. Within a month, I processed 50 ounces. After two months, I had 200 processed ounces. The mother load as miners call it. After three months of processing, I had almost six hundred ounces. The assayer will not believe this hall and when word leaks out, big mining companies will offer millions for the claim.

It was not long before my name made the papers again. I owned the richest claim since the Gold Rush. Just as I thought, mining companies beat paths to my door. I held out another year digging another 800 ounces before selling for eight and a half million. 

I fell into a deep sleep my last night on the claim. My dreams were vivid of the last day Cherie was alive. I vividly saw her naked body and heard myself call her fucking stupid. In the last sequence of the dream, Cherie was with me in this little miners cabin. As my dream dissolved, I heard Cherie exclaim, "I love you, Alex." 



Stormy Ch. 02



I set the diary down and even as I headed for the bathroom to take that ice cold shower Stormy was heading for the door.

"It's okay now he's in the bathroom," I heard her call out to whoever was outside.

I closed the door, stripped down and ran the water nice and cold to quench the iron hard erection that was plaguing me. I slipped into the stream of falling water and a cry of surprise at just how cold that water was echoed off the walls of the shower. I thought I heard a shared giggle from Stormy and her guest(s). Then there was a knock at the door and Stormy's voice from the other side.

"Have fun," she said and shortly thereafter I heard the front door close.

Well now that she is gone I turned on the hot water and let out a long low sigh of contentment as the temperature approached what I considered normal. I wet my hair and began shampooing it when I had a shiver and wondered if I was going to have to check our place for a draft before winter set in. Then without warning I felt warm wet lips wrap around my cock and I let out another moan assuming Stormy had decided to forgive me and suck me off to show we were good again. Maybe it was the fact that Stormy was the only woman I had been with but the lips around my cock were doing things I was unfamiliar with. The way the tongue swirled around the head and shaft. The way she grabbed my cock and traced the vein beneath with the tip of her tongue; these were new to me. I rinsed the shampoo from my hair and looked down. The petite Japanese girl kneeling in my shower was definitely not Stormy.

"Hi," she said as she stroked my cock. "I am Ryoko and tonight I am your body slave."

"Pledging," I asked and she nodded. "You got pretty big tits for an Asian chick."

"Do you like them," she asked cupping them so I could see them better.

"MMMMMMMMMM nice," I admitted even as she wrapped them around my cock and began pleasuring me with them.

"How is that Sensei Mike?" she purred as she teased me with tits and tongue.

"Wonderful," I moaned.

"You can fuck me if you want, you can do anything that you want Sensei."

"HMMMMMMMM I am pondering a lot, how long are you going to be here Ryoko?"

"As long as you want or until dawn, I have a morning class in chemistry."

"Then let's not waste time shall we," I said reaching down and pulling her to her feet.

I spun her around and she bent over offering me her pussy from behind. I took my cock and eased it into her very tight pussy. I actually had to slowly ease my cock into her because of how damn tight she was.

"OH Sensei! Your cock is so fucking BIG..." she cried out. "...fuck me Sensei fuck me good!"

I began to move in and out of her slowly when she grabbed my hands and put them on her tits. I cupped them and pinched her inverted nipples and her growl was so very unladylike. 

"I said fuck me Sensei... ram that fat American cock into ME!" she demanded.

"Wow where the hell did that come from," I remarked as I rammed my hips into her and her cry of pleasure was all the answer I needed. "Okay here comes that thick American cock for your tight Asian pussy!"

I mauled her tits as I fucked her pussy hard, fast and deep. She was grunting, growling and cursing the entire time I fucked her and I loved every fucking second of it. 

"UNNNN UNNN UNNNNNNNNNNNN YEAH!" she screamed as I felt her pussy spasm around me and squeeze me so tight she nearly pushed me out of her.

"Damn girl that's one amazing pussy you got," I said as I continued to hammer away at her.

"Thank you Sensei," she said more demurely now that she had come.

The wet slapping sound got louder and louder as I thrust so hard she nearly lost her footing. A shared look and I nodded as I let go of her tits and grabbed her beneath her thighs and lifted her up and onto my cock impaling her.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK MIKE!!!!"

I walked us to the bedroom and each step drove me deep into her and I imagined her eyes rolling up in her head as she came over and over again. Once we reached the bed I leaned forward and let her knees support her as I once more began to pound her pussy from behind. She was completely incoherent at this point and I didn't care. I felt my first climax getting closer by the second and I needed to cum bad.

"Where do I come Ryoko?"

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM on my ass?"

"You got it," I said as I thrust harder into her with almost bone jarring force.

I waited until the last possible second as my cock swelled inside of her stretching her even farther than before. Then I yanked it out and sprayed her ass cheeks with cum. She rolled onto her back and stared up at me glassy eyed and very happy. I eased my semihard cock into her again and began moving my hips. Her eyes opened wide and a shit eating grin formed on her kissable lips. I placed her legs over my shoulder and stood next to bed and fucked her nice and slow.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM oh Sensei that feels so damn good," she purred.

"Next load goes down your throat Ryoko," I told her.

"Anything you want lover," she growled. "I love sucking cock."

"Like having your throat fucked," I asked and she nodded. "Great that's what I am going to do. Once you cum one more time I am going to get you on your back with your head hanging off the side of the bed and feed you my cock. Then I am going to let you lick and suck me until I shoot down your fucking throat."

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM I can't wait," she purred.

I leaned forward and grabbed those big 'ol tits of hers again and played with them while I leisurely fucked her cunt. I looked down and watched my cock slide in and out of her and saw how much I was stretching that tight little pussy of hers. I let go of one of her tits and reached down and gingerly located her clit and began to tease it. Click! Ryoko's hips left the bed as she drove them upwards and ground her pussy against me. I pulled out and began to tease her with just the first few inches of my cock and soon she was begging for more.

"Please Sensei give it to me," Ryoko's soft voice pleaded.

"You like big fat American cocks eh?" I asked.

"OH YESSSSSSSSSSS," she moaned.

"Have you had many of them Ryoko," I asked but she shook her head. "I guess I am spoiling you then hmmm?"

"Yes Sensei's cock is the best," she purred.

I slammed my hips forward and her scream/squeal was music to my ears as her pussy gripped me like a vice as she came and once more she nearly pushed me out with her strong internal muscles. Panting and grinning she looked up at me licked her lips. Oh I hadn't forgotten. I slowly pulled out of her and she moaned sad to have an empty pussy. But soon her head was hanging off the side of the bed and her mouth wide open.

"Fuck my throat Sensei and let me drink your cum please," she said with the most sincere smile.

I fed her inch after inch and she took most of it before I tickled her gag reflex. Then once I had the measure of her I began rocking my hips. The talented little cock sucker licked and sucked while I fucked her throat and damn but was that intense!

"Hell of sight lover," Stormy said over my shoulder.

"Yeah tell me about it," said an unfamiliar voice.

I looked at the open doorway and there stood a tall curvaceous black haired beauty.

"Well hello," I said without missing a beat.

"Has she swallowed your load yet," the dark haired gal asked.

"Not yet," I said.

"Is that true pledge," she addressed Ryoko.

"Yes Sister," she managed with half my cock down her throat.

"Then I am calling Sister's Privilege if that's okay with you Mike?"

"Um... sure... what does that mean?"

The new gal just smiled and walked over to me and gently laid her hand on my chest and pushed until I was in the right position. Then she promptly dropped down to her knees and without using her hands began to deep throat me.

"Holy Shit," I moaned as a very talented cock sucker took over.

I reached down and grabbed her by her hair and began fucking her throat. Her moan sent delicious shivers through me as I tightened my grip and moved my hips in nice long strokes in and out of her mouth. Stormy sat on the edge of the bed and saw my cock so very hard and so very close but couldn't do a damn thing until her pledge was done with. I was panting and fighting my orgasm with everything I had but this gal was sucking and licking for all she was worth and that was quite a bit. It was like a psychic tug of war and I was losing. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and with a cry of release pulses of cum shot down her throat and she swallowed like a champ not spilling a drop. She even stroked the shaft of my cock to make sure there was no precious cum left over.

"God Damn woman," I moaned.

"Hehe," she laughed. "Now that's how you suck a cock ladies. Thanks Mike I needed that."

"No thank you," I panted.

"Pity we didn't get here earlier, I might have fucked you too. Oh well..." she mused.

"What a shame," I said and meant it.

"Better get dressed Mike before my pledge loses her cool and attacks you."

I moved passed her and she swatted me on the ass as I went.

"MMMMMMM he's got a nice ass too lucky girl," she purred. "Okay pledges get some rest you have class tomorrow."

I had a towel wrapped around my waist as she stalked out the apartment with Ryoko in tow.

"MMMMMMM g'nite Mike."

"Nite."

Poor Stormy was lying on the bed gripping the covers tightly and she was panting hard.

"Ummm... I'll sleep on the couch." I told her.

"Thanks Mike, I will be better by morning... I hope."

Three days later Stormy and I were no longer pledges we were full members of our respective Greek houses. The party that followed the initiation ritual was nothing short of epic. There was music, dancing and plenty of alcohol. It was one of those things the University turned a blind eye to so long as everyone behaved and property damage was kept to a minimum. 

I learned at the party that Cynthia, the gal with the black hair, had actually been a part of my pledge and I had lasted longer than any other pledge in resisting her formidable oral talents. I was kind of proud about that though I think Stormy was a little jealous having to watch all of that. I learned later that she was very upset about another woman's lips wrapped around my cock. She let Ryoko slide cause she was pledging but she felt Cynthia had stepped over the line. I apologized a lot and she forgave me since I was way passed hot and bothered at the time. Stormy pulled Cynthia aside and never actually said a word but just gave her that don't fucking touch my man again glare. We turned and left the party to get reacquainted and didn't learn about Cynthia until the next day. They were calling it an aneurism but the coroner would find more than a simple broken blood vessel in the brain, much more.

Speaking for men everywhere waking up to a talented pair of lips wrapped around morning wood is the best! I opened my eyes and there was Stormy under the sheet her head moving up and down on me with great gusto! I was moaning and panting as she made love to my cock.

"Damn girl," I moaned. "That feels amazing!"

She smiled up at me with her eyes and continued licking and sucking with complete abandon. Inch by inch of me slid down her throat and to my surprise her lips touched the base without a single hint of a problem. Normally Stormy could only take half that much, maybe Cynthia had taught her a thing or two? 

"If you keep that up I'm gonna blow sweetie," I warned her but she renewed her attack and it was my turn to grab covers and squeeze my eyes shut.

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS," I roared as I came sending a torrent of cum down her throat and she gobbled it up like candy and stroked me for more just like Cynthia.

Who was I to complain? I am always learning new tricks to try out on Stormy. Course those come off the internet, hehe.

"That was fucking amazing Stormy!" I praised her as she cuddled close.

"I'm glad you liked," she purred in my ear. 

"Thank god it's the weekend huh," I said and she nodded sleepily.

We closed our eyes and drifted off to sleep together.

My eyes snapped open and I managed to keep from screaming. I was covered in sweat and breathing hard. 

"Bad dream," Stormy sleepily asked.

"Yeah," I said stroking her hair. "Go back to sleep."

"MMMMM okay," she mumbled and soon I could tell she was fast asleep.

I am glad someone can get some rest. I stared up at the ceiling and decided to take my mind off the dream and focus on the project I was working on for my computer programming class. I closed my eyes and brought up the lines of code in my head and kept looking for my problem. I was working on a Meta Search Engine that would access specific sites and other search engines to help the user find articles and what not on the internet. But somewhere in my code was a glitch and it was eluding me. So frustrated I turned my attention to the user interface to try and make it more user friendly and attractive not my strong points to be honest. But amazingly in my mind's eye I was able to see a better layout and though simple, which is always good, was also pleasing to look at. Finally I could close the book on that part of the program, well that is once I changed the source code for the interface but that part was easy.

Saturday Afternoon:

It was just after twelve when Stormy and I finally crawled out of bed. We were sweaty, sticky and pleasantly exhausted from bouts of orgasm tag. So we showered, fucked, washed off and managed to get dressed and out the door for lunch without mauling one another again, it had been a month for Stormy after all.

We ate in the cafeteria and I took out my laptop to make those changes on my project when Stormy gave me 'that' look.

"Hey its school work and it won't take long. I finally decided upon my final version of my user interface." I told her.

"Okay, I know you've been struggling with that for a while now," she relented. "Have you solved the crash issue yet?"

"No that one is killing me. I know it's something simple but I've been looking at the code for so long I'm not sure I could see it if I wanted to."

"You need a fresh pair of eyes," Stormy suggested. "Maybe somebody from the Frat could help you? Speaking of isn't that Tom the guy who sponsored you?"

I looked over my shoulder and saw the tall rugged upper classman heading for the cafeteria line. He was the captain for the university's water polo team and a local boy.

"Hey Tom," I called out to him and he smiled and walked over.

"Mike... Stormy," he said adding a devilish lilt when he said her name. "What's up?"

"I got a problem with a project for Professor Salinger's class and I think I have been staring at it for so long..."

"Gotcha," he said and sat down next to me. "Let me see what you got."

I fired up the program and stared blankly at the screen.

"Nice interface," Tom remarked. "Nice and simple and clean; so what problem are you having?"

I was looking at the solution I had come up with in my head but hadn't written the code for yet, how the hell? I entered a search for the program to conduct and flash boom crash and burn.

"Hmmm," Tom murmured. "Let me see the code."

I opened the source code and let him see and he commented here and there.

"Nice... really nice work here Mike. Ah there's the little devil..." he said pointing to a single line of code where I had transposed command protocols. "Give that a fix and see what happens?"

I fixed it on the fly saved the changes and restarted the program. I held my breath as I entered the search and hit enter. Before my eyes displayed were page after page of results. I was so relieved.

"I'll give you credit on the fix thanks Tom!" I said patting him on the back.

That's when I got the second shock of the day. I can't tell you how or why it happened but I got the definite sense that he not only found my project interesting but lucrative. He was planning on stealing my concept and marketing at his dad's company that developed software packages for corporation and universities. While Tom was all smiles Stormy could see that I was not. She didn't say anything but waited for the upperclassman to leave before saying anything.

"Oh hey Stormy I am sorry about your loss," Tom said as he got up to leave.

"Loss," she asked confused.

"Cynthia," he said.

"What about her," Stormy asked feeling dread in the pit of her stomach.

"You haven't heard," he asked and we both shook our heads. "She's dead."

"DEAD!" Stormy's voice rose above the background noise.

"Yeah they are saying it was an aneurism or something," Tom explained. "I'm real sorry I know she was your pledge sister."

"I got to go," she said and left her lunch half eaten.

I knew she wanted to be alone and so I sat and ate quietly pondering what to do about my search program and that terrible feeling I got off of Tom. Proactive. I had to go on the offensive and finish the program give it to Professor Salinger and then talk to him about how I could market my project and protect my interests. 

I watched the middle aged man look over my project and he was all smiles. 

"I am glad you called me Mike," he said looking up at me. "The concept isn't original I will tell you that but the application and your handling of the information is brilliant and quite unique. I can see why you'd be concerned about someone trying to steal it. I have a friend at a software firm if you'd like I could call him and set up a meeting?"

"Oh that would be amazing," I told him.

The Professor called his friend and listened to the exchange and heard the excitement in the older man's voice.

"No that's the thing he's a freshman in my class but his work is worth a look at Terry. Tonight?" I was all nods and he continued. "Yeah where and when? Okay I know the place but that's pretty high class... okay. He's got a sister fine, I'll tell him... and thanks again Terry."

"Well," I asked as he hung up.

"I suggest you collect your sister and dress to the nines you've got a pitch to make for your little project here Mike. I'll pick you up at seven so you'd better get a move on."

"Thank you Professor," I said shaking his hand and 'felt' the thrill of helping someone so young get a head start in the world.

I got back to the apartment and found Stormy on our bed asleep. I knew she had cried herself to sleep. 

"Stormy," I whispered as I sat down next to her.

Her arms were around my neck and her body pressing against mine as she cried anew.

"It's all my fault," she sobbed.

"Stormy all you did was give her a dirty look," I told her. "That aneurism was already there ready to burst. This isn't your fault."

"It's not," she sniffed.

"Heaven's no," I said. "You can't blame yourself for what happened. It could have happened a week ago or a year from now."

"You are in good spirits," she said feeling my bottled up news. "Tell me Mike or you'll be the one that bursts."

"I finished my program for Professor Salinger," I told her. "The strangest thing happened when I patted Tom on the shoulder for his help..."

"...he was going to steal it from you." She finished my thought her voice dropping a full octave in pure anger.

"Yeah, so I went to Salinger and showed him the project and told him of my fears. He has set up a dinner with a friend of his who works at a software firm!"

"OH Mike that's wonderful," she said wiping away the tears and pulling me close.

I could feel the anger deeply seated in her and knew it would fade once the deal was done if they bought my program. 

"Oh I look a wreck," she said suddenly and off she went to get ready for the most important dinner date of my life, our lives.

I wore the suit my mom had bought me for my entrance interview with the university and Stormy wore a green velvet affair that she was saving for one of the formals at school but broke it out for this occasion. Professor Salinger wore a fine gray pin stripe suit with matching tie and demanded on this occasion only mind you to call him Steve. He drove us to the Square or what outsiders learned was the center of Arkham. We passed some of the oldest architecture in the city that dated back to its founding in the late sixteen hundreds. It had always been a shipping town and boasted one of the largest harbors and docks on the Eastern Seaboard. There was old money in the city of Arkham and none older than the Lyndhurst family. They were the preeminent founders of Arkham and chief shareholders in the Exeter Company that held the land grant for the town. So to be meeting with Terry Lyndhurst was a great honor indeed and at the Briar Rose, Arkham's only five star restaurant, was a thrill as well. 




Stormy Ch. 02



The valet parked the car and the Professor, I mean Steve, led us into the interior of the posh dining establishment. I never knew what the true definition of opulent was until I set foot in this place. Stormy squeezed my hand and I knew she was as blown away by the place as I was. But we put on a mask of we do this thing all the time. When Steve shook hands with a much younger man I was surprised at the age and the maturity of Terry Lyndhurst. We shook hands and I could feel the power and confidence behind him. Although he was a recent graduate of Old M.U. he ran his father's software division with an ease and confidence of a much older man. 

"Please have a seat I hope you don't mind I already ordered appetizers," he said in his cultured New England accent. 

"Oh not at all," Steve answered for us as we all sat down.

"And this lovely creature must be Stormy," Terry said admiringly.

"It is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Lyndhurst," Stormy replied.

"Please it's Terry," he said with a gesture of his hand. "I have a feeling we are going to become great friends if what Steve tells me is accurate."

"I hope so I would love to be able to work for you after graduation," I told him.

"Now let's see this program of yours," Terry said just as the appetizers arrived along with our drinks.

I opened my laptop and fired it up and opened the program.

"So what shall we search for," I asked him.

"How about any information about the Exeter Company," he suggested.

"Okay Exeter it is," I said keying in the search as he watched. "Any focuses?"

"Nah just let it run and see what it comes up with," he replied.

I hit the enter key and within seconds it had over three hundred sites and articles directly related to the search criteria.

"Hmm let me see what it came up with," he said and looked over the results with great interest. "Some of these are rather obscure Mike I am impressed. As far as a research tool for college students this is great. Even for the everyday user I can see how they would like this. Can I look at the source code?"

"Sure," I said and opened the file for him.

Again he raised an eyebrow and nodded as he examined my work.

"It's clean precise and best of all its small," Terry said. "We could easily make this an App that people could pay to download. Make a lot more money that way for both of us."

I smiled when he said 'both of us'.

"We just need to hammer out the details," Steve said with a wink.

"I agree," Terry replied smiling. "Do you have any other ideas percolating in that fine mind of yours Mike?"

"Actually yes," I admitted.

"I see a bright future for you Mike," Terry said with a smile. "Now let's put the laptop away and just relax."

So we ate, drank and chatted for hours and the more I got to know Terry the better I liked him. He talked about his time at Miskatonic and all the creepy things that used to go on. He also warned me off the rare book section of the college library and vaguely mentioned that there some books that were never meant to be read. I shared with him my long term goal of being an Olympic level athlete and he encouraged me and even said if I proved myself he might see some corporate donations for training. Stormy was strangely quiet and it was I who mentioned the real Olympic threat sat next to me and Terry made her the same offer and she blushed. But when she did talk about running and the feeling and rush of it the two men hung on her every word and I knew they felt her passion. 

"You young lady should go into motivational speaking or sales; either one and you'd make a killing at it." Terry said.

"Or you'd make one hell of a teacher," Steve offered his opinion.

"One thing at a time, first the Olympics and then maybe I'll teach," she mused.

We got home and a tipsy Stormy fell into bed but I was way too excited about selling my program to sleep right then and there.

"Well you did it Mike you not only protected your idea but sold it for profit," Stormy said softly in her dreamy sort of way. "That'll teach that thieving bastard!"

"Stormy we don't know for sure that is what he meant to do; it was just an impression..."

"Who was it that told me since I was ten to trust my gut? Who was it that said your instincts are there for a reason?" She said cutting me off.

"Your dad," I said unsure.

"Oops you're right it was dad," she giggled. "Trust your instincts Mike," she said in her goofy sci fi voice.

"You are right I did the right thing and now it's over," I said and regretted those words for a very long time.

"Oh no it's not," she said her voice dropping to a predatory tone. "He needs to learn a lesson Mike and you need some closure."

"I am not going to hurt him Stormy," I put my foot down.

"I never said anything about hurting him did I," she cheered up. "I learned a long time ago that sometimes when we act things out in our mind it's almost as good as doing them in real life. And this way no one ever gets hurt."

"Okay I see the logic in that," I admitted.

"It's kind of like shooting at a target with a face on it."

"So how do you do it?" I asked.

"Well for me there has to be that moment of direct contact. So I would think of the moment you patted his shoulder and felt that connection."

"Okay," I said.

"Now close your eyes Mike," her voice became soft and soothing. "Good, now remember sitting at the table in the cafeteria. Now remember reaching up and patting him on the shoulder. That's it. Now feel that connection when his thoughts flowed into you. Feel that jealousy and desire to take what was yours. Now we just turn it against him. We take what is his. What makes up a person Mike it's their memories, their life experiences and that's what we'll take. No pain. No bloodshed. Just like sand in an hourglass his memories falling away from him and into you..." her voice was like liquid sex.

Then my mind exploded in light and sound as I imagined all the things that he had ever felt, ever done all of it. There was no rationality to it just a series of jumbled sensations and then after a minute or two it was done.

"Well," Stormy asked.

"That was bizarre," I said. "It was like watching a movie where all the clips were spliced in random order."

"So now you don't feel any anger towards him?" she asked.

"No, I don't I feel vindicated if even on a mental level," I said.

"Excellent," she purred as I felt her fingers start to undress me. "It's time to celebrate our success."

It was something we had done since we were kids. When one of us suffered a setback we both shared it and when something good happened well the same thing. It was about us not her or me. It had always worked and now it felt twice as good. I opened my eyes and saw a naked Stormy slipping on my dress shirt and she knew that was one of my turn-ons. I can't tell you why but it is just damn sexy. So while she danced in my shirt I finished getting undressed and when I closed on her she waggled her finger at me.

"No... no... no..." she purred. "...you have to earn that."

"MMMMMMMMMM how do I earn 'that'," I growled playfully.

"Brush my hair," she said moving to the bathroom and retrieving her hair brush.

I sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for her to come over. She did her coy face but walked over slowly and I could see the gentle sway of her tits beneath the shirt. Then she turned away and carefully sat in my lap making sure she didn't impale herself accidently. I brushed her hair and she moaned and groaned for me.

"MMMMMMMMMMM I get all wet when a man brushes my hair... see," she said holding up two damp fingers she had slid into her soaked pussy.

"I see," I said my cock getting harder.

"Oh my," she gasped. "There's a naughty cock sticking up between my legs. Bad... naughty cock..." she said as she stroked it slowly. "It needs to be punished..."

I moaned loud in her ear and still managed to keep brushing her long hair. Then the evil little minx was rubbing the shaft of my cock with her soaked slit saying...

"...that'll teach you, you dirty evil thing you..." she giggled.

"You're killing me Stormy," I moaned in her ear.

"Am I being bad," she asked and I nodded. "Am I being naughty," again I nodded. "Perhaps you need to use that brush on my ass and spank me?"

Saying this she positioned herself over my lap ass up and head down.

"Oh please mister I have been ever so naughty... you should paddle my ass but good!"

I looked at the brush and tossed it lieu of using my hand. I cupped my right hand and brought it down in a test swat.

"Pussy..." she remarked. "You hit like a girl."

I could see the lust burning in her eyes when she said that. I raised an eyebrow and brought my hand down again and the sound of flesh meeting flesh was epic.

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS," Stormy cried out and shuddered in my lap. "Do it again." She said in that girlie tone from our youth.

I fired off another swat at the other cheek this time and just as hard.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN," she moaned and I suspected she might be getting close to coming.

"Are you getting off on this little girl," I asked.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMAYBE... and what if I am," she said with an evil grin.

"Eh... just checking..." I said as I swatted her ass again.

This time she couldn't hide what was happening as her body bucked and she came violently. I could see her pussy juices trickling down her inner thigh and knew that playtime was over. I lifted her up by her waist and repositioned her and slowly lowered her on my iron hard flesh. My cock sank into her with little resistance she was so fucking soaked. 

"Ooh I get to play bouncy castle," she said remaining in character.

She began to lift and drop her hips with those athletic legs of hers and was watching me the entire time.

"Hey mister do you like my tight little pussy wrapped around you," she moaned.

"You know I do little girl," I groaned as she dropped down on me impaling her pussy on my spike of hard flesh.

"HOLY SHIT," she called out and did it again.

She lifted up until only the tip remained in and then just dropped.

"UNNNNNNNNNNNN," we cried out together. "Fuck me Mike... bend me over and fuck me..."

We stood up together my cock still buried deep in her and we managed to get her kneeling with her torso on the bed and I knelt behind her and began pounding her pussy but good. Stormy grabbed a pillow and bit down to keep from having the neighbors call the police. I slammed into her as hard and fast as I could.

"Take that you naughty pussy you..." I grunted as I hammered my cock home over and over again.

Stormy's eyes were squeezed shut and I felt her pussy squeeze me hard as she came for the second time. That damn near pushed me over the edge but I was out to punish her pussy so that she would be walking funny. I grabbed her hips and lifted so that when I stood up her ass was high up but her head was still on the bed. I thrust slowly at first but felt the first inklings of a strong orgasm building. So I moved faster now slamming into her harder and harder now. Her squeals were escaping that pillow and the slapping sound of our bodies got louder and louder too. Stormy felt my cock swelling up inside of her and she looked over her shoulder at me and begged.

"Please Mike let me drink your cum," she purred.

"MMMMMMMMMMMM I don't know if you've earned it," I kidded her.

"I am begging lover... I'll be good," she promised.

"How good," I asked still fucking her in nice long thrusts.

"UNNNNNNNN real good," she said eyes half closed again.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM okay," I said easing my cock out of her and stepping back. "Now be a good little cock sucker and work your magic."

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMM I like that," she purred as she turned and dropped to her knees in front of me. "MMMMMMMMIKE'S little cock sucker."

She never used her hands and was deep throating me with ease. Her tongue swirled licking our combined juices off the shaft as she moved her head forward and back pleasuring me immensely. I liked the new Stormy this adventurous side was intoxicating. She kept eye contact the entire time she sucked me off and as my body began to shake and she knew I was close she pressed her lips until they were touching the base of my cock and sucked until she was rewarded with a cry from me and a gush of hot cum down her throat. After she was done swallowing she formed a tight seal around my cock and pulled back slowly until only the tip remained and then she wrapped her hand around the shaft and began to stroke it. It was a gentle grip at first, teasing and pleasing and soon to my utter shock I felt a second climax building already. Then her fist moved faster and faster and I broke eye contact as she managed to drive me over the edge in record time. Stormy was rewarded with another torrent of cum and she was quite pleased with herself.

"Now we're even," she said with a smile.

Once more we slept, fucked, napped, fucked and finally woke up well into Sunday afternoon. We showered and managed to reach the library for a little study time and work on homework. It wasn't until Monday morning that I heard about Tom's death and the CDC coming in to test every student and faculty for infectious diseases. We were officially under lock down and no one was allowed to leave the campus until the battery of tests was completed. So as I sat across from the man in the environmental suit and dictated my entire movements for the last two weeks and had enough blood drawn to leave me woozy I was finally allowed to return to our apartment and wait out the results. Classes were cancelled until further notice. Deep down I felt responsible for Tom's death but it was Stormy using my own words against me and I had to relent. I only thought bad things about him that doesn't make me a bad person... or does it?