Southern Cumfort Pt 02

All characters engaged in sex acts are eighteen or older.

Strange as it was, being awoken by late night thunder was a comfort. A flash of light, then I would instinctively count, then the rumble would hit. Less than a mile. A couple more flashes and a couple of rumbles, the rain and wind roaring out on the veranda. There would be storms like this occasionally in Massachusetts. Those nights were cold and harsh. Southern storms in the steamy night that were easier, gentler. The air was thick with warmth.

Back when we were younger, storms like this would scare the hell out of Flora. She would go to mom first and then after Mom would inevitably shoo her out of the bedroom she would come to me. Only once did she make the mistake of coming to their bedroom when Dad was home. God she was so grown up now. I started to get a little hard thinking about her and what she would be wearing tonight. It was usually a long t-shirt and shorts. Her legs got hot at night.

I had never had thoughts about Flora like this before. Louise was a few years older, so she had started developing before me. And of course, she was skinny and flat and often made herself up in ways that just didn't look good. Not to pre-teen me with my basic tastes. That certainly changed. But Flora had always just been my little sister, my Possum. I had still been in shock that day when she had come down for lunch and we talked, her big braless tits nipping out under a flimsy t-shirt. I know she caught me staring.

Funny thing is, I felt her before I heard her. "Trip?" a little mousey voice called. I rolled over and there she was at the doorway. There was a flash and I saw her completely, a flimsy t-shirt with a curve of her belly out below, thick legs coming out of her little panties. Her hair stuck out madly around her head. She jumped and squealed with the flash.

"Possum, what are you...?" My question was cut off by the rumble of the thunder and she jumped into bed, wrapping her arms around me. Her tits pressed into me, nipples hard.

"Shit," she wailed. "Trip, just hold onto me!" I did, squeezing her tightly. Her legs came up and clamped around my middle, as if my arms and hers weren't enough to hold her steady. Her soft belly and thighs pressed into me. At that moment I realized that I was still hard from waking up, and Flora was close to touching my hardon with her leg. The lightning flashed, and there was no delay before the thunder. The lightning could have been on our property. Flora's nails dug into me.

"You're scratching me, Possum. You're still this scared of thunder?"

"Sorry, Trip, I'm-" Keeping my promise from the other day I swung my hand and slapped her ass. "Hey!"

"No more apologies," I admonished.

"Ok, s- I mean yes I understand." She kissed my cheek. "Thank you Trip. I don't know why it still scares me this much."

"Good girl. You may be a grown-up but I'm still gonna spank you if you misbehave." Flora giggled and kissed my cheek.

"I try to be good, Trip. But-" there was another bolt of lightning and a crash of thunder and she buried her face in my hairy chest. "I'm just scared, sor-" She cut herself off.

"Possum you gotta be a big girl. What did you do when I was gone?" She was eighteen, why did I want to talk to her like this? Her silence and wide eyes gave me the answer I needed. "Aww, Possum Pie," I said, feeling a sting of sadness.

"I really missed you, Trip. Five years is a long time. Louise wasn't much help when I was younger, she always teased me. And you know Mom..."

"Yeah, I know Mom. But you know Louise had a lot of stuff to deal with. Mom and Dad have never really approved of..."

her being bi, her doing drugs, her being a satanist, her politics, her getting naked online, her getting tattoos,

"who she was. She's got problems too."

"Louise is different now, Trip. She's... well, not exactly nice, but she 's not like she was."

"She takes care of you now?" I was incredulous.

"Kind of. I mean, not the way you used to. She knows what it's like to be scared of Mom and Dad. Maybe not scared, but she understood how I felt. I just thought that being good for Mom and Dad would get them to..." our conversation was full of pauses. I knew she was thinking

love me,

but couldn't bring herself to say it.

"Well, I love you Possum. And now I'm back. I'm here for you." I grinned as she kissed the side of my face.

"I love you too, Trip." There was another bolt of lightning and she held her breath until the thunder drew a whimper out of her. I wriggled loose of her and sat up. "Trip, no!"

"Possum, relax. I know just what you need." In the dark room I hoped the tent I was pitching in my boxers wouldn't show as I got up to my microfridge. A sliver of light advanced across the floor as I opened. Flora was back on the bed completely under the covers, curled into the fetal position. Poor girl. I mixed some rum with Coke and ice in two plastic cups. It was too dark to see how much of each I had mixed, and I relied on my bartender's instincts to make the drinks. Mine was pungent and potent when I took a sip.

The ice rattled in the drinks as I came over to the bed. I pulled the covers back, Flora's wide eyes making her look like her namesake. "Come on, sit up and drink this."

"Is it alcohol?" She eyed the drink dubiously.

"Don't tell me you've never drunk?"

"A little, but I don't like it," she wrinkled her nose. "It doesn't taste good." I handed her the drink and she sniffed it. "How much did you put in?"

"Just try it. It will help you calm down," I smiled.

"I don't need it, I have clonazepam in my room." She still took the drink.

I took a sip of my own drink and tried not to make too much of a face. Then I sat down next to her, and put my hand on her back, rubbing circles. The muscles in her back were so tense, attesting to her fear. "Just take a sip, Possum." She did, and made a face. "Good girl, now have some more, it will settle you a little. You're so tense."

"Sor- ok, Trip." She took a bigger sip.

"I'm here, Possum Pie. You're safe." I stroked her hair, then she jumped again as thunder crashed outside. Tilting my cup up, I half-drained it. Definitely strong. Oh well, it wasn't like getting drunk was going to hurt her. For a couple of moments we sat, the only sound was the rain crashing on the roof, and as her cup drained she jolted less and less from the thunder. "You're as skittish as Glitterhoof," it was her favorite horse.

The ice in her drink clinked as it shifted. "It's not so bad after you get used to it," she said.

"The drink or the thunder?" I asked.

"I guess both," she gave me a weak smile.

"When did you drink before?" I asked.

Her hazel eyes shone in the dark. "Louise got me some beer a couple of times. She invited me to hang out with her and some of her friends. She's been trying, Trip." Flora tipped her glass and drained it. "This is much better than beer. What is it?"

"It's rum and Coke. Anything's better than beer." Despite my experience with endless beer bartending in St. Croix, I remained loyal to liquor and wine. I finished mine too.

"Can I have another?" she asked, smiling now.

Though it didn't quite feel right, I couldn't think of a reason why not. Two strong drinks would affect her if she wasn't a regular drinker. Never one for thinking too much, or saying no to my Possum, I got up to made us both another drink. Approaching my desk, I remembered something. Surreptitiously, I took out a little box and poured the drinks. I considered making the drinks not as strong this time, but I figured we could both use it.

When I came back to the bed I turned on the light on my bedside table. Flora looked startled, and my insides lurched again seeing her. Her tits rose and fell with her deep breaths, her nipples and so prominent she might as well not have anything covering them. Thick creamy legs stuck out the side of the bed. My Possum was a lady now, I still couldn't believe it. Her freckled cheeks spread with her smile. With the drinks on the bedside table I handed her the box.

She took it, but stared at it as if she didn't know what to do with it. "Come on, goofball, open it," I said.

Gingerly, she titled the little lid and her gift sparked. It was a little silver possum holding her birthstone, a blue topaz, and mine, a ruby in each paw. There was a fine chain for her to wear it around her neck. Her jaw dropped. "It's our-"

"Our birthstones," she said.

I grinned like an idiot. "Yeah. Now we can always be together." I reached up inside her shirt and felt the bare, supple skin of her back.

"Oh, Trip!" her voice quavered and a tear streamed down her cheek. She turned and enveloped me in her arms, and smashed her face into me again. I had been sure this would make her happy, and I didn't know what to say. Within seconds it wasn't just a tear or two, her whole body was shaking with big, crybaby tears. She heaved and she moaned and her snot, slobber, and tears ran down my belly.

"Possum, hey," I tried to soothe her.

Her words came out slurred by her sobs and the rum. "You don't know what it was like, Trip. I've been so alone. Mom doesn't care, Dad hates me. Louise tries, but she's not you." There was nothing I wished more than to tell her she was wrong. "You know how hard it is for me to make friends. They think I'm weird! No one will talk to me except online. You're all I ever had!"

"Shh, Flora... shh, I'm here." It was all I could say. "I love you, ok? I'm not leaving. Five years was a long time."

"I know, but..." Her words were broken off by a string of quaking sobs. "I was scared you would never come back. You spent your summers in St. Croix. I was so scared."

"Shit, Possum. I'm so sorry." I meant it too. I never thought that being away would affect her like this. Louise or Ms. Carol would pick up the slack, or so I assumed. I decided to ask, "What about Ms. Carol?"

"Trip she retired three years ago! Mom didn't think we needed a nanny as old as me and Louise were." She looked up at me again, and agony pierced me seeing her red, anguished face. "I've been alone."

There was nothing to do but evade. "Give me that necklace, Possum." She obeyed and turned her back to me, knowing what I wanted. She pulled up her short hair and my heart skipped a beat seeing her bare neck. My fingers were almost too big for the delicate clasp, but I managed. Once I had finished, she turned, grinning. She could tell how captivated I was by her, and pulled the neck of her t-shirt down just a bit so I could see the necklace on her. Not to mention a bit of her cleavage too. That smile was such a relief, but it didn't release me from the responsibility I felt. "It looks beautiful, Possum.

You

look beautiful." And that was also true. Her face was held in an unselfconscious, girlish grin.

I picked our drinks up off the table. "Come on, drink and be merry," I said.

Flora took her cup and drank, swallowing it and giving a cough. "Careful, now," I said. We sat in quiet for a couple of minutes, and with my arm around her shoulder (and the rum) she didn't start one time from thunder. I don't know if she even noticed. She looked at me, and then when I looked back her eyes darted away. Her lips were bright red, even in the dark. When I looked over, her drink was mostly finished. She put it down and got up.

Flora wasn't graceful under ideal circumstances, and a couple of strong drinks had pushed her to her limit. I jumped up as she stumbled, catching her. My hand squeezed her luscious side belly. She squealed with surprise. "Possum, come on. Don't leave. What are you doing?"

"Trip, no. I gotta go pee." She tried again to put one foot in front of the other.

"Ok, wait," I said, and took her hand. She giggled with her shaky steps as I guided her to the bathroom. When we got inside I turned the light on and she saw herself in the mirror.

"Eww, Trip. I'm all red."

"Being a crybaby will do that to you," I grinned behind her and kissed her neck.

"Shut up!" She said, but she was still smiling. A loud belch escaped her throat, surprising her as much as it did me. "Ow, it burned."

"I shouldn't have let you get drunk," I said.

"I'm not drunk, am I?"

"Possum, you can't even get up and walk to the bathroom."

"Then how come you're not drunk?" She feigned anger.

"Cause I can hold my liquor. I'm buzzing anyway."

"Ok, Trip," she said and I steadied her as she moved to the toilet and dropped her panties. Her t-shirt was too long for me to see anything, but it certainly didn't stop me from imagining or getting hard. She didn't let go of my hand and I had to suppress my own laugh as she nuzzled my hand and peed. "I love you," she whispered, and kissed my hand.

"I love you too, Possum," I said and leaned down to plant a kiss on her lips. I pulled away just as her mouth started to open.

After she had gone, I escorted her back to the bed, where she sat down. I turned the light off. "Sorry about being such a crybaby earlier."

"What did you say?" There was that s-word again.

"Sorry for being a- oh oops! Sorry, Trip! I mean-" She clamped her hand over her traitor mouth. Her eyes were round, clearly visible even in the dark. "I guess," she took a deep breath, "you're gonna have to spank me."

"'Fraid so, Possum. You gotta be a good girl," ok, I was more than buzzing now.

Her white teeth shone with her nervous smile. She rolled and shakily turned over. Majestically, like the rising moon, her ass ascended before me. She got up on all fours, presenting her round fat butt to me. I could see the outline of her pussy mound through her panties.

What choice did I have? I stood up behind her, "You got a really cute butt, Flora." She giggled and wiggled, swaying her big ass back and forth. My hands closed around her cheeks, holding her still for what I had to do. Pulling my right hand back, I swung and laid into her ass, filling the room with a crack like thunder.

Flora yelped. "Ow! That was really hard!"

I rubbed the part of her ass that I had struck. "You can't be apologizing all the time Possum, it's like you feel guilty for existing."

She looked back at me. "Three," she said.

"What?"

"I said sorry three times. That means you have to spank me three times." The smile was gone, replaced dead serious expression and what I hoped weren't "fuck me" eyes.

"You sure you can take it?" My grip tightened on the cheeks of her ass and I squished her zaftig flesh between my fingers.

Her breaths were heavy in the wet night air. "I can take anything you can give me." Once more her ass wiggled.

I wound up and Flora held her breath. When my hand landed her ass jiggled with the blow and she let out a moan, actually biting her lip. "That's two, Trip," she whispered.

"Good girl," I replied, and let loose with one more blow. This time when I landed and Flora let out another squeal I left my hand there and kneaded her magnificent ass like dough. "You ok, Possum?" I asked. My hand was stinging.

"Uh-huh. I deserved it." Did she mean she deserved it as a reward rather than a punishment? "Do you really think I have a nice butt, trip?"

"Didn't I say I did?" It took every bit of effort not to pull down the waistband of her panties.

"But you're my brother. You have to say I look pretty." Her eyes glistened again.

"When have I ever lied to you?" I said. Flora gave a little shrug. "That's right. Now you have to get to bed." For a moment she turned and lay on her side, eyeing the door. She would be ok on her own, and drunk as she was, she would probably pass right out with a hangover tomorrow.

Her face begged, though, and frankly I didn't want to see her leave. The thought of having her in bed with me, my hands full of her warm flesh, made me glad the lights were out and she couldn't see the throbbing boner I had. Even in the dark she was a vision of beauty. Who knew my awkward little sister would grow up to be a beautiful, albeit still awkward woman? She opened her mouth to speak, but I interrupted. "Why don't you stay here with me, Possum? I'll protect you from the scary lightning," I stuck my tongue out at her.

"Shut up, I'm not scared anymore." She lay down fully on her back now, her shirt pushed up, exposing her navel. A bead of sweat, not from the hot night, ran down my cheek. With no more words, we maneuvered next to each other, and she settled under my arm, nuzzling her face into my bare chest. Hot breath buffeted my cheek.

Of all the girls I had fucked, the ones who were serious love and those who were sport, none were like this. What had I done? Five years without the most important person in my life. She turned and her soft tits pressed into me, her legs holding me like pliers. Her thigh was just an inch away from the iron tip of my hardon. My heart pounded while my cock inflated. I melted into her, my Precious Possum.

She had earned the name a long time ago. She must have been four or five. Out on the property, late one night, she came across a possum. Ms. Carol would have tanned her hide if she caught her out so late, so she waited until everyone else had gone to bed and Mom was watching TV downstairs. The animal was over by the docks, and it must have been spooked seeing her, because it played just like its name and passed out in front of her. Smart girl that she was, even at that age, she knew what the possum was doing. Animals had always fascinated her, and she was a very advanced reader for her age. So she picked it up by the tail and brought it inside. "I wanted her to know that I was her friend," she insisted, wide-eyed, to a grumpy Mom later that night.

Knowing no one would like her bringing a wild animal into the house, she tiptoed around and got to her room, putting the possum in her closet. But when she had come back from grabbing a snack, the animal had woken up, and dashed out of the closet when she opened it. Mom's screams woke us all up. When I came down, the possum was cornered in the kitchen and its mouth was angry and open. It looked like it had a thousand teeth. Mom was screaming and Flora was crying, begging Mom not to hurt her new friend. Louise had been disturbed and refused to even come into the kitchen. But that night Ms. Carol was doing one of her overnights. The poor thing froze, mouth wide open, when she grabbed the scruff of its neck. Her deft, brave hands carried it into the back yard and it scrambled into the tall grass.

For the next few days Louise wouldn't stop calling Flora Possum. Louise was at the age where she was particularly spiteful, especially with Flora. No wonder Possum still felt weird around her after all these years. Well, one day Flora came crying for me to make Louise stop. I couldn't make Louise do anything. No one could. So I tried to make it cute. I tickled her and kissed her. The next day I got Byron to take me to the toy store to get her a possum plushie. When she saw it she was shocked and I could tell she was on the edge of crying, but when she heard me call her Possum and had her new toy, the name had turned around. Louise stopped calling her that when it became clear it didn't bother her anymore. I never did.

Within a few minutes I was sound asleep, dreaming about what I had missed.

--

Simultaneously slippery and sticky, I woke up. It was like this at home, you never felt completely dry here. I was hot too. Then I realized what had woken me up. Flora's hands were all over me, running through the hair on my chest, almost touching my cock.

"Possum, you need to go to sleep," I rasped, my blood already thrumming through me. I always woke up hard, and Flora seemed on the verge of taking advantage of it.

She kissed the side of my head, then my neck, then my chest. "I want to show you what you've been missing." Her voice was distorted with booze and emotion. It was still dark and pouring outside. "I'm not a little girl anymore."