Thunder and Lightning 02

Thunder and Lightning - Revisited

Authors Note ~

I have taken to heart the comments posted about my second story, Thunder and Lightning. It would seem, I failed to transition the brother/sister relationship favorably, for many of you. As pointed out, paragraphs, if not a whole chapter, were left out, but I can assure you that was not the case. I will admit to rushing, and not properly considering where I was leading you in the story - my apologies to all. With gratitude towards those that are following, I offer this revisit to the story...

ARW74

Chapter three -

Making up

I gave my sister an hour, before going to the bedroom door. Finding it closed, I knocked once - twice, and was just about to try a final time, when she answered.

"What?"

"Can I come in?"

"What for?"

"Thought I'd grab some bedding for the sofa."

Nervously waiting for a reply, I was surprised when the door suddenly opened. I apologized at once, feeling it was only right, and waited for her reaction. It took a moment or two, before she offered a weak smile.

"So, what? You really think I'd kick you out of bed for being a jerk?"

"Yeah, the thought had crossed my mind."

"Huh, maybe you aren't as stupid as I thought. At least you're honest," she said, pushing the door wide open, finally offering a genuine smile.

"I've been scared shitless," she added, before reaching to embrace, and kiss me.

The kiss wasn't what you'd call sisterly. It was more an extension of the kiss shared after breakfast that morning, only my hands weren't gripping her ass cheeks. Slightly embarrassed, I cleared my throat.

"Ah, it's still a little early, would you join me for a nightcap?" I asked, stepping away from my sister.

"Sounds good, being scared I'm still amped up."

Julie hadn't changed from what she'd been wearing earlier. With good intensions, I asked if she wanted to put on the bottom half to her sleep wear, before we went back out to the living room.

"Oh my God, are you embarrassed!? I may not be wearing a bra, Charlie, but I am wearing panties - see," she commented, lifting the satin top.

Her flashing display led me to think her idea of panties and mine were miles apart. Chuckling, I grabbed her hand.

"Come on sexpot, the wine's waiting."

Outside, the storm raged, letting us know it was far from over. Julie's reactions were predictable, but the strength of her hand grip wasn't. Reminding her, once again, about the storm being just light and noise, I finally got her to ease her grip, so I could pour wine.

"Charlie, I'm sorry, too. It was stupid of me to get angry with you," she commented, taking a seat on the sofa.

Handing her the wine glass, I grinned. "Thanks, but don't worry about it. You were so irate that... well, let's just say it was a poor attempt at levity."

Sliding over next to me, Julie drew her legs up and lowered them against my thigh. Irregular quivers went through her body, telling me she was far from relaxed, even though she tried to laugh at my comment.

"Levity, huh? So, look, you asked a question, and I want to answer it... no, Charlie, John and I never had anal sex."

My guilt was natural I suppose, and I swallowed with difficulty.

"Jesus, I feel worse than stupid now," I replied, unable to look at her.

Julie remained silent, lifting the leg against my thigh, up and over, to rest between my legs. Finally, she gently placed her head against my shoulder, sighing out.

"What is it with men wanting to be in woman's ass, anyway?"

I hoped her question was rhetorical, as I chose not to react. Since her arrival, more than a few instances have had some sort of sexual connotation. For a moment, my mind wandered, recalling the suggestion to share the bed; her exposed breast at breakfast; the unresisted kiss; her nipple displaying swimsuit; her change to clothing that again hi-lighted her breasts, and more. Wearing nearly nothing, snuggled against me, was just another instance.

I couldn't help but feel she was sending messages, and some not so subtle, of an inner desire. Lifting my arm, I eased it over her head and around her shoulders.

"Umm, that feels nice. You always make me feel so safe," she whispered out.

Over the years, I came to realize that love will be - well, what love will be, Julie and I needed one another, how else can I explain what happened.

Chapter four -

Incest

Nearing the end of the second week, I walked into the bedroom catching Julie naked, except for the bath towel she held up to her breasts. Averting my eyes, I quickly turned my back to her.

"Christ, I'm sorry Jules. I thought you were still in the bathroom."

My turning did little good, as she was plainly visible in the full-length wall mirror. As God is my witness, I tried not to look - tried and failed. I saw Julie, half-turned, lifting the bedding, as she released her towel to get into bed nude. It was only then that she spoke.

"All right, you can turn around, Charlie."

No, no I couldn't, and I made up an excuse to leave the room. Hyperventilating, nearly in panic mode, I tried catching my breath in the kitchen. In the days after our spat, Julie hadn't abandoned her subtle sexual messaging. If anything, her efforts had increased.

Entering my solitary lifestyle, as she did, brought a sense of longing I didn't know I had. Shamefully, I'd gotten used to her scanty clothing, and the occasional, partially, nude displays.

She amplified what should have been simple exchanges of sibling affection, and no more so than kissing, turning them suggestive and prolonged. I could have stopped it - I should have stopped it, but I was weak. In that weakened state, I went back to the bedroom.

"Julie... what are we doing?" I asked, sounding exasperated, as I walked in.

"Ah, going to bed, I'm fairly sure."

"That's not what I mean... you're naked."

Her smile was angelic, as she lifted the sheet.

"Holy shit... you're right!" she quipped.

"If we do this, you know it's incest - right?" I said, feeling my voice falter.

I had little doubt, my sister could have been an actress, given the shocked look of innocence she gave me.

"Incest!? Charlie, we're just going to bed. Did you think I wanted to - "

"Jesus, you're naked for Christ's sake, what else am I supposed to think?"

Like a Chameleon, her look changed again, this time to a wicked, lip-curling smile.

"I know this is going to sound bad, but subtle just wasn't cutting it, even though I know you've been getting hard... I need you Charlie, and I think you need me too, huh?"

God, her voice was so seductive. It flowed out like honey, coating over any sense of decency I had left.

"Julie..."

"Just once Charlie, just once let's be lovers," she cooed out.

She watched, biting softly on her lower lip, as I relented, exposing my rising cock.

Another storm was moving in, and at some point, during the night, her guttural words echoed in the room, along with a closing in sound of the storm's thunder.

"Charlie... oh God, I'm so close... I'm, I'm... oh fuck, yeah, Charlie!" she moaned out, slamming her ass back into me, over and over.

Finally satisfied, she dropped down on the bed, and I followed her with my cock still buried. Letting out a single groan, she started to laugh, and I could feel the effect on my shaft, in her vagina.

"What?" I questioned, easing my cock out.

Julie rolled over, facing me, "It just hit me, we just out fucked the storm."

I laughed, I mean I had to. We'd just committed the ultimate taboo, and she was cracking a joke. What came to my mind next surprised me. Gripping her ass cheek, I pulled her in tight against me.

"Maybe we just found a cure for astraphobia."

"What? You're not making any sense."

"Well, think about it. You were so busy screwing you didn't care about the approaching storm at all - did you?"

She slapped my butt, telling me, "So what, are you suggesting that incest is a cure?"

"Nope, maybe having sex is though."

Well, Pandora's box had been opened, its name was Julie, and I'd been in it. Her latent desire for me would keep it open. Our coupling wasn't just a one-time thing; it never could have been. Over the remaining two weeks our intimacy increased. Anyone looking in from the outside would have seen that we were a loving couple - an in-love couple.

When the time came, watching her leave wasn't easy. Six months after her departure Julie called, again asking if I'd like company, surprising me. It didn't take much to figure out she was talking about permanent company, wanting to move in, and not a visit.

With her lease running out, she offered a lot of reasons why it would be beneficial, apart from the obvious, including a suggestion that she would be willing to join my storm chasing crew. The thought occurred to me, that maybe I had cured her astraphobia.

Three months later, Julie walked back into my life, my bed, and joyfully introduced herself to my crew, as the new love of my life, and replacement of the crew's photographer - me. Life felt complete, like it never had before.

Later, back at home making cocktails, to celebrate our reunion, Julie called out to me.

"Close your eyes, Charlie."

"Why?"

"God, for once can you do something without needing an explanation?" she said, chiding me.

Doing as asked, I felt her presence near me. "Okay...?"

"Hold out a hand."

"You aren't pulling a prank, are you?"

"Charlie, I swear - just do it."

In doing so, I felt Julie place something on my palm, and opened my eyes. It was an oblong box, with writing stating the contents, anal lubricant. Of course, my eyes went wide with surprise.

"Julie... what are you - "

"I'm not losing another man for lack of a little ass fucking, Charlie. This is just a reminder that I'm yours, and always willing."