"Get down here!" yelled mom from the basement. "Hurry up, the storms coming," she shouted as I quickly opened the basement and ran down the stairs. Mom, dad and my sister Dana were already in the corner of the dark, dusty basement huddled together. It was no big deal for a storm to blow through central Oklahoma in the summertime like the one that was happening now.
"We get these storms every year guys. It's not that big of a deal."
Just as I said that, a loud crashing sound was heard upstairs. It sounded like someone had driven a car through the wall of our house and tore it to pieces in the process.
I was a little scared at that point. I did not know what had just happened. Did a tornado rip through our home leaving its mess behind? Nobody knew!
What seemed like an eternity later, mom sent dad upstairs just to take a peek and see what had happened. Meanwhile my sister Dana was holding on to me for dear life. As if I was the only person in the world who could make her fear disappear. I was fine with this. I love my sister dearly and I would do anything in the world to protect her.
Dana is a nineteen year old freshman at the local community college. I, on the other hand, was twenty-two and decided not to go to college. I wanted to enter the work force right away after high-school; so with some training from a friend of my dad's, I became a welder. A pretty good one, I might add.
Dad came down stairs and mom looked at him frightened and said "What is it? What was that loud noise?"
"You're not going to believe this but a huge branch from that oak tree in our front yard fell on our roof!"
"Oh no," I thought. "This can't be good."
After a few minutes the storm was over and we all slowly returned upstairs to survey the damage that had just been done to our house.
"Well I'd better call the insurance adjuster," was the first words out of dad's mouth.
"I'll check with some friends to see if we can spend a few days with them while all this gets taken care of," mom said.
Unfortunately, none of mom or dad's friends had room for all of us to stay with them. The neighbors didn't have electricity due to the storm and the closest friend of ours lived in the town north of us, about fifteen miles away. But he only had one spare bedroom so he could only house mom and dad. We had no relatives in this part of the country since mom and dad both left the town they grew up in when they graduated high school. They ran away together after school and somehow ended up here.
Mom called the local motel to see if they had power and surprisingly they did. She said that they only had one room available so she booked it and said that Dana and I would have to room together. We hadn't roomed together in many, many years, but we had to do it because this storm had impacted everyone is the local area. We weren't the only family in need of a place to stay.
I grabbed all of the necessities I could think of and my sister did the same. We climbed in my car and took off for the Cherokee Inn Motel.
I was taking a quick shower so I wouldn't use up all the hot water when it was my sister's turn to shower. She hates it when I use up all the hot water. I dried off, jumped out, and got into my boxer shorts. I heard the room-phone ring. Dana answered it but I could not hear what she was saying from inside the bathroom.
"Hey Scott, it's just mom. She just wondered if we made it here all right and got checked in and everything."
When the phone call ended, Dana hopped up out of her bed and squeezed past me on the way to the bathroom. The hallway on the way to the bathroom was very narrow. I know she had to feel my cock when she rubbed up against me on the way into the bathroom, however she did not say a word. I know she had always been curious about seeing me naked, although she never had. I had dated her friend Denise from high-school a few years ago and I bet you anything they got to talking about men, and somehow my name had been brought up in this conversation because, over the last few years, I had noticed that Dana was starting to notice me, if you know what I mean.
I had a wild idea while she was in the shower. I always wanted to know if she noticed me; so I tried to keep my dick hard and let it bulge the front of my shorts just to see if she would notice it when she came out of the bathroom. That idea surely worked, but did she think I was a fucking pervert or did she somehow enjoy it? She giggled a little bit when she came out of the bathroom because my protruding cock was the first thing she noticed. Her face got blood red and she said in the cutest voice "Aren't you gonna do something about that?"
"Maybe later," I said as she couldn't help but stare. I was acting nonchalant about the whole thing, like it was nothing for me to have my dick raising my boxers like a tent. Now I was just messing with her. "Unless you wanna help?" I jokingly asked, expecting to get a "Fuck you Scott!"
Instead she sat down on the edge of the bed, eyed my dick like it was some kind of fucking lollipop and started feeling me up. "What are you doing?" I protested.
