This is another repost of a story that I wrote a while ago. I have a thing for bad weather, it makes me feel more alive, more exhilarated. I hope you enjoy the story and leave a comment and vote. Thanks muchly, Danielle.
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The storm hit with a ferociousness none had expected, the wind whipping trees and tearing off loose shingles on the houses around them. Teri stood outside, one hand holding down her flying skirt, the other shading her eyes from the slashing rain.
The noise was deafening, hurting the eighteen year old girl's ears even as she strained to hear over it. She was listening for the sound of a car engine, her mother's, who had gone into town shopping earlier, before the storm had started.
The rain had already soaked her to the skin, making the lightweight tee shirt seem like part of her body as it clung to her every curve. Her hair was drenched, hanging in wet strands around her face, emphasizing the worried frown that marred her beautiful face. Her eyes were cloudy, the normal spark missing from her huge hazel gaze. Visibility was very low, she could barely see past the porch railing and she took two steps further into the yard, her worry over her mother making her fearless of the storm that threatened their small town.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
He grabbed her around the waist, dragging her back towards the house. Rich, her older brother and most avid tormentor, was much taller than Teri, and stronger, ignoring her struggles. "Do you want to get killed?" he shouted over the storm.
"Mom's out there." Teri yelled back, her fingers pulling at the arms wrapped around her slim waist. She wriggled against him, their wet clothing sticking to each other as he carried her back up the porch and in through the front door of the house.
Even inside, the sound of the storm was fierce, rain pounding down on the roof, beating loudly against the skylights in the kitchen. The wind howled and roared like a living beast, trying to battle its way through to them.
He let her go just inside the front door, spinning her around to face him. "Do you think she'd want you outside in this waiting for her? Where's your head, Teri?"
Even as mad as he was, as worried as he also was for their mother, he couldn't stop his eyes from traveling the long line of her body. Her clothes stuck to her like a second skin, the lace of her bra showing clearly through the almost transparent tee shirt. He could see her rounded breasts and her nipples, hardened by the cold, thrusting against her shirt. He felt his body stir in appreciation and his mind spouted in disgust at himself. She was his sister, for cripes sake, he shouldn't be noticing these things about her.
"Well, I can't just stand here. She could be in a ditch somewhere, or in a tree." Teri waved her arms around in her frustration, the movement making her breasts jiggle against her wet clothing. Her skirt raised, the hem sticking to her slim thighs as she stormed through the room. "And you want me to just sit here and do what? Watch TV like you were?" She picked up the remote and threw it at him, hitting him solidly in the chest with it.
His eyes narrowed as he stared at her, the remote bouncing harmlessly off the firm muscles of his chest. He stalked toward her with vengeance in his thoughts. He grabbed her, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder, dumping her on the couch. She sat, splayed, her skirt above her hips, her legs open for just a second, giving him a glimpse of long tan thighs and smooth skin above a tiny pair of panties.
He turned his head quickly while she tried to straighten her skirt, glancing back over his shoulder, straining to catch another look, before catching himself. "She's your sister, man. She's your sister," he muttered crossly to himself.
Teri straightened her skirt, her breath caught at the way Rich had been looking at her before he turned his head. She'd seen his eyes, he'd been staring at her crotch. And he'd liked what he'd seen. She'd had enough boyfriends to know. She should be disgusted by the way he'd been staring at her, or at least yell at him for it, but she couldn't. Her mind was on how his arm had felt around her waist, how his hands had felt against her skin. She'd never thought of Rich this way. Maybe it was the storm, some weird elemental thing. She stared at her handsome brother, admiring his lean body while his head was turned.
"Ahh, Teri, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." His hand waved in the air toward her.
"It's fine, Rich. Just admit you're the worst brother a girl could have and I am the queen and ruler of this house and I won't tell mom you're bouncing me on the furniture again."
She laughed as he growled and started after her, grabbing her around the waist. Her body fell against his, her breasts sliding across his shirt. Her nipples that had been hard, grew more so and she shivered in reaction. They stood that way for a long moment and then he yanked his hands off of her as if she were fire and backed away staring down at her, his breath coming faster.
"Teri..." He forgot whatever he'd been about to say as his head cocked to the side, his ears straining to catch what he thought he had heard.
"I'm sorry, Ri..."
He cut her off with a quick shush, still listening. "Oh shit. Come on!" he yelled, grabbing her hand and dragging her towards the door that led to the unfinished basement.
Teri could hear it now too, the long slow rising of the town's fire siren, it's lengthy shriek. "Tornado?" she gasped, flying down the stairs at her brother's heels.
