Kelly woke in her brother’s bed cuddled next to his nude body. The sheet barely covered his morning erection. She thought about teasing him awake, it struck her as the big-sisterly thing to do, but then rolled onto her back, stretched, and immediately dozed off and slipped into yet another rerun of her dreams.
Like most of those she’d had recently, they involved sex. Unlike the usual panoply of unfulfilled fantasies, however, these featured the sex she’d had the night before with Jason.
Reflecting her orderly mind, they began at the beginning with her finally seducing him, and that first explosion of passion. The sex in the shower and later in the den kept blending into some interesting variations. She and Jason would end up back in his bed screwing like horny monkeys. This last part always seemed a bit fuzzy, but still...
Nerve shattering, mega-decibel shrieks obliterated Kelly’s dreams. Before she could fight through her confusion and fright, someone started pushing on her nose. Jason, still half-asleep and on the wrong side of the bed, was trying to turn off his blaring alarm clock the same way he did every morning.
“What the...! Jason, stop!” The pokes on her nose halted, briefly. When the noise continued, they started again. In self-defense, Kelly rolled over to search for the clock—and fell out of the narrow bed. As she half-sat, half-lay on the small throw rug beside the bed, it occurred to her that Doris Day never woke up that way in the movies.
The alarm clock stopped ringing. She looked up to see her brother, with one hand still on the clock, looking down at her, a big grin on his sleepy face. “Jason Layton, if you say one thing, I’ll punch you. Now give me a hand up. It’s cold down here.”
Once back under the covers, she spooned her chilly back and bottom against Jason’s warm body. “This is much better. But tonight, let’s switch sides of the bed, okay? I’d hate to wake up with a bloody nose.”
“Sorry about that. Hope your vital equipment is still in working order,” Jason pinpointed one spot of particular concern by pulling Kelly closer and pushing his stiff cock against her bottom.
She wiggled against the gentle pressure. “Well, a little TLC back there might help.”
“You wouldn’t say that if you knew how bad I needed to pee.”
“Me, too. But first things first.” She raised one leg slightly while pushing backward and was rewarded with the feel of a cockhead shoving up against the moist opening to her pussy. With a thrust of Jason’s hips, it slipped inside.
“Oh, yes,” she purred. That was all the encouragement Jason needed. He pumped into her with short, shallow strokes that soon had her racing toward her first orgasm of the day.
“Oh. Oh! Oh, shit!” The orgasm rippled through Kelly leaving her body tingling with bliss. It felt so good she hated to stop. “Jason, did you come?”
“Close, but no cigar.”
“Let’s try it doggie style, okay? Maybe that’ll do the trick.”
“Sounds good to me.”
They quickly assumed the appropriate positions. Kelly helped ensure Jason’s cockhead was snugly in place. When he lunged forward, she felt it rush into the depths of her churning pussy. It felt incredible.
With each deep, pussy-filling thrust that followed, Jason’s balls would slap against her, multiplying the pleasure. He spread the cheeks of her ass wide then held on as he began pounding away with deep, savage thrusts. Each powerful stroke ended with animal-like grunts from them both. She pushed back, wanting to have every bit of his cock crammed inside her body.
The orgasm took her by surprise. One moment she was shaking and grunting in rhythm with Jason’s thrusts. The next she was gasping for breath as her entire body seemed to contract around his hard cock.
After one more violent plunge into the depths of her body, Jason made a guttural noise then everything became silent and motionless—everything except for the sound of their panting and the rhythmic throb of his cock filling her pussy with warm cum.
Kelly had no idea how long they remained in that position until, as if on cue, they collapsed onto the bed.
They lay together, out of breath and sweating, trying to regain their senses. Jason was on top, but Kelly didn’t mind his weight. It felt good. So did his dick as it gradually softened and began slipping out of her well-lubricated pussy. “I don’t know about you, fellow, but I think this beats the hell out of breakfast in bed.”
Jason laughed and got to his feet. “It also beats the hell out of my usual morning workout. Now excuse me while I go pee. Then we’ve got a store to open, you know, the family business.”
“Well, there’s the family business and then there’s business within the family,” she said, wagging her butt. He grinned and then disappeared down the hall.
The Moss Point General Store wasn’t much larger than the average convenience store. But it managed to carry fresh meat and produce plus some hardware, gardening supplies, feed and seed, and an assortment of dry goods. They also sold ammo in addition to hunting and fishing licenses. The most important item, however, was communication. Located near the town’s small post office, the store served as an unofficial community center.
Much to Kelly’s dismay, business was steady most of the morning. There was a lull in the storm, but with the weather forecast calling for sleet, turning to snow, followed by falling temperatures, people were risking the icy roads to stock up in case they became frozen-in. It was almost noon before the stream of customers began to dwindle.
Lunch consisted of soup and sandwiches, which they ate together behind the front counter. Through the large, plate glass windows that lined the front wall, they watched as the occasional snow flurry covered tire tracks in the empty parking lot and on the icy road.
“Do you think business will pick back up this afternoon?” asked Kelly, while cleaning up.
“I doubt it. Between the sign on the door, our calling regular customers, and the usual Moss Point grapevine, most folks probably know we’re closing at three. That may be why things were so busy this morning—that and the radio saying it’s about to start getting bad again. A few stragglers may drag up, but the worst should be over.”
“Well, I hope so. I was looking forward to us playing around here at the store.”
“Who says we can’t?” Before Kelly could think of a suitably sarcastic remark about customers, Jason had her turned away from the front door. In what seemed like an instant, his hand slipped inside her insulated warm-ups and pushed past the waistband of her panties.
The feel of his long fingers taking possession of her pussy set off shivers of pleasure and anticipation. It took all her willpower to utter a very weak protest. “Jason, not here. What if customers come?”
“If they come before we do, I’ll see them pulling up. With all this ice and snow, it’ll take them awhile to get in from the parking lot.”
Thanks to Jason’s fingers, that was all the assurance Kelly needed. She spread her legs wider, giving him better access, then leaned back against the counter.
Jason stood beside her, facing the door, leaning forward with his left elbow propped on the counter while his right hand continued stroking her silky pubes. Anyone looking in from outside would have imagined they were just hanging around the counter.
Jason didn’t rush. Instead of going straight in, he toyed with the puffy lips of her labia, letting his fingertip slide in a little deeper with each stroke. When they brushed against her clit, she closed her eyes and gasped with pleasure. Instead of pushing on inside, he began gently stroking it and several more back and forth across her clit. Each touch sent a jolt of passion racing from Kelly’s pussy throughout her body.
By now her legs were trembling. She grabbed at the counter’s edge for support. All she could feel, all she could think about were those tormenting fingertips and the excruciating waves of pleasure they kept triggering.
Not once had Jason pushed inside her pussy. Still, she was almost there, about to come. Oh, shit. Oh, oh...
“It’s Mr. Allen!”
Jason’s words didn’t register at first. Then alarm bells went off. Mr. Allen—the school principal? She’d been so close to a climax, it felt like she was struggling back after being halfway over a waterfall. When she tried to turn around and look, Jason’s hand held her in place. “Let go, damn it. Where’s Mr. Allen? Is he coming in?”
“No. He just drove by—probably going to check on his mother.” Jason’s teasing grin left no doubt that she’d been had, big time.
“Jason Layton, I’m going to kill you.” To emphasize her point, she swung at his head. But they were so close the blow had no steam. Jason laughed, dodged the feeble blow, and pushed something deep into her still hot pussy.
All desire to pound her brother vanished. The passion she’d been trying to keep in check came rushing back. The sensation was so intense she wrapped her arms around Jason’s neck for support. At that moment she didn’t care who came in and saw them.
Each upward jerk of his hand sent her reeling closer to that once postponed climax. When his tongue began working on her ear, she arrived. The orgasm turned Kelly’s legs into jelly. Only her grip on Jason kept her from slumping to the floor. With his help, she made it to the old wooden stool that was a fixture behind the counter.
“Damn. What were you using, your thumb?”
Jason gave her the thumbs-up sign with a shiny wet digit. “Yep. Just call me little Jack Horner.”
Kelly shook her head. “Believe me, thumb or no thumb, you’re not a good boy—not after making me think Mr. Allen was coming in.”
“The devil made me do it.”
“Sure he did. Grab me a root beer will you? I’m dying of thirst.”
She kept talking while he walked over to the chilling unit and grabbed two cans of soda. “Where’d you learn that trick, anyway? For that matter, where’d you learn what to do? I mean, at the risk of giving you the big head, you’re a pretty good lay. But I can’t believe you learned it all from Shirley Matson.”
He pretended to be hurt. “You mean I’m not the best?”
