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What happens in the cabin... (Sync & mypgems)

Becca had just nodded at Luke’s reply to her question. It was a stupid one to have asked him and she mentally kicked herself for it. Asking her brother to rate her boobs... Gah! That was so dumb. She just shook her head and went to add another log on to the fire for the night. With a poker, she made sure the logs were just right before sitting back.

The smell of the fire, the crackling noise, and the orange glow that filled the dark room... It was an ambiance that she liked. It was also one of those traits that Becca knew that Luke couldn’t understand about her. Then again, she barely understood it herself! Just like how her tastes ran to art, music, and other things that weren’t too logical. A thought occurred that made her smile. Perhaps each of the siblings got too much of one view of life: Becca the artistic and Luke the logical. The idea would work better if they were twin but she still enjoyed it.

When Luke came back down, his sister was combing out her long hair for the night. It was partly to ensure that knots wouldn’t form during the night but it was a calming ritual that helped her to sleep. Neither said anything as Luke was preparing the couch for sleep. Becca smiled a little at seeing how he tucked the blankets in and the rest. She hadn’t done anything like because she would wrap herself up in the quilt and then curl up in a ball with her face poking out.

Watching him, she realized that Luke wasn’t half bad looking. Becca didn’t think she had a ‘type’ of guy to look for. Then again, maybe she did: Someone smart but not nerdish, in shape but not buff, cute but into themselves, and that they were...well..nice. She just rolled her eyes as she set the comb down. Really... Thinking of her brother like that was ridiculous. Not just because that he was her brother but just how they acted towards each other. They were on better terms it seems but there was still a long way to go.

“Cool is good. Like last night it was great being warm and still getting some of the cold on the face.” Becca was lucky in that while she liked a cool sleeping temperature she could also deal with the warmth coming off of the fire. The rest of what Luke said made her grin and smile. “Thanks for the warning bro! I...will admit that I usually do the same but not tonight.” What she didn’t say was that on many nights she didn’t bother with the panties at all but Luke didn’t need his mind blown hearing that.

Becca got under the quilt to do the gymnastics of taking a shirt, sweat pants, and bra off before putting the shirt back on. The bra was carefully wrapped up in the sweats and placed out of eyeshot from Luke. It was silly but she really didn’t want to cause him bother with it all. As he was doing whatever it that needed to be done to be comfortable, Becca got herself encased in the quilt.It turned out that head was close to his.

With all the lights out, the room was lit by just the fire. Outside the sounds of the wind could clearly be heard as it roared outside. Becca couldn’t suppress a shiver on hearing it. “I’m sorry I’m acting like a nut at times with all this but thank you for the hug and just being...my brother. I don’t know if I’ve said it but I do love you. Always have even when I tied all your shoelaces together.”

For her, the night passed fairly well. She had been staring at the fire and somewhere along the line Becca had fallen into a dreamless sleep. Only once had she woken up and that was to go to the bathroom. Which was done quickly because the room was cold! Becca was careful to be quiet and not wake Luke up. That was good because being backlit by the fire made her t-shirt transparent.

It was probably light out when she woke up for good. With the shutters and drapes closed it was hard to tell. Making a sigh, she did the reverse of last night and got her clothes back on. The air in the room made her gasp softly when she got out of her cocoon. The fire was doing good around them but elsewhere it was cold. The fire looked tended to with a fresh log in it. Luke looked like he was sleeping and Becca didn’t want to wake him.

With a flannel shirt and two pairs of socks added, she started boiling water for hot chocolate and oatmeal. Normally Becca might have fried up some eggs but they didn’t have any. They did have a loaf of bread and a toaster with some jam. It would make for a good breakfast. As it was cooking, she peaked out of a window and just shook her head. It was pure whiteout, like they were in a tub of paint.

“It will end...It will end...” she whispered as her arms took hold of herself.
 
There wasn’t much further conversation between them as they settled down for the night by the fire – other than Becca making some comment about how she generally loved him even when tying his shoelaces together, but he only made some non-descript noise in response as he was already starting to drift off to sleep. He was good at falling asleep quickly. The noise of the wind blowing outside didn’t bother him as sleep took him; it wasn’t gusting in fits and starts but was rather more sustained, so that helped soothe him as he drifted into the oblivion of sleep.

He stirred once or twice during the night – there was movement near him. He cracked open an eye and saw it was just Becca getting up…and that thin t-shirt she was wearing was virtually translucent as the fire highlighted her figure through it. He couldn’t make out details, but her waist was quite pronounced, her breasts round and firm, hips good for holding on to…he closed his eye as she crept past him, grunted softly and rolled over to face the back of the couch. He knew that image was going to stay with him for a while, but he was asleep again before Becca returned. For the most part, his sleep was untroubled by dreams or nightmares.

The second time he stirred, the fire had gotten low. He carefully got up, grabbed a couple of logs from the bin, placed then on the fire and stoked it until the logs caught. It took maybe five or so minutes to get the logs alight, and he crawled back under his blankets after that. It was starting to get lighter outside – the black of night was becoming the very-dark-grey of early morning – when he put the extra logs on the fire, but he wasn’t done sleeping, yet. He had no idea when Becca started moving.

He woke to the smell of bread toasting. Becca was up, clearly – that, or his nose was really good at imagining things. He grunted softly as he rolled onto his back and looked at the floor and confirmed that Becca was indeed up. Luke yawned, stretched – as much as the couch would allow him to – yawned again, then reached down to find his t-shirt and track pants that he’d discarded on the floor last night. It didn’t take him long to find them, and a few minutes later he was up, standing by the couch dressed in basically the same clothes he was wearing last night, and enjoying another stretch.

The wind hadn’t died down overnight, it sounded like. That meant it was entirely possible they’d be well and truly snowed in by now. They knew it yesterday, really, but the wind still howling outside just drove that knowledge home. Even if the wind and sow died off by lunchtime, it’d take a week or more for the snow already here to melt enough to let them drive out. That meant he’d have to get outside to fix the aerial. He’d also need to check the generator soon, too, just to make sure it had enough fuel to keep running for a couple of days. He was pretty sure the tank had enough in it to keep the generator running for another day, but he wasn’t entirely certain of that; he really needed to get out there and look. Not right now, though, not with the wind howling like it was.

He made his way to the kitchen and caught Becca whispering to herself…something about it ending…? She must be more nervous that he’d thought. He reached out to her as he drew closer, put a hand comfortingly on her shoulder.

“It’ll end,” he agreed quietly. “This won’t last forever. It can’t. We’ll be fine, you’ll see.” He could see through the wind that his guess had been right; the snow was still driving heavily around them. He paused, then gave her shoulder a brief squeeze, a cheeky grin appearing on his lips as a humorous note crept into his voice. “It’d want to settle down soon. I ain’t carrying your chubby ass down the mountain.”

He pulled his hand back and stepped to the side, just out of reach of her. “So…what’s for breakfast? You’ve been trying to cook, I see…?”
 
Becca felt Luke's presence behind her before he had done anything. "Thanks bro," she said softly, then gave him a slight nudge of her elbow. "Keep it up with the comments laughing boy. I know where you sleep!" The last was said with a chuckle so Luke would know it was in jest. Then she turned and made a face at him. "Again with the cooking cracks? I only had that one incident with the rice. How was I supposed to know don't put a whole box of instant rice in the kettle? Kitchen did look like had snowed...." Becca was the kind of cook who thought recipes were just for advice and her dishes....interesting. "Boiled water and made toast so you're safe. I did enough water in case you needed some too." She mixed some honey in with her oatmeal and put more on the toast.

She held the cup of hot chocolate in her hands to enjoy the warmth from it. "I don't know what is wrong with me Luke... I know things are serious but that we will be okay. Unless the cabin collapses and I have to carry *you* down the mountain." She looked at him and gave brief smile. "And actually, stuck in a cabin with a fireplace, snow outside, a cute guy available is one of those corny fantasies girls sometimes have. Oh...umm...scratch the 'cute guy available' part. I'm not saying your hideously ugly but..I mean...your my brother...and...and I'll shut up now." Becca looked down at her toast again and shook her head. Only she would add her brother to it... He was her older brother and she should *not* be thinking about him being cute or...or something she and her girls rated guys on with their suspected 'package'. In no uncertain terms should she be thinking her brother's...tool. Becca wanted to pound her head on the table a couple of times to get these thoughts out of her head!

"But yeah... I'm scared to the point of being terrorfied sometimes right now and I don't know why. That is even more scary... All I can ask is just...indulge me and give the occasional pep talk and/or hug, k" Becca looked up at him a smiled. It was still so weird to think of hugging and being hugged by her brother after everything. Luke seemed, at least to Becca, to be more cautious than her about the whole brother/sister thing. She guess that was their way of things. She liked to jump feet first into something while Luke gradually tested the waters before deciding to go in. When she looked at Luke again, she couldn't help but think that he was cute. All the other things got pushed into the dumpster. That if he was anyone else, she would go out on a date. WHY was she thinking this? Her hand was commanded to raise up and knock on the side of her head to stop this.

Before she could go any further, the cabin shook from a mighty gust of wind. Her eyes got huge and skin faded to a pasty white.

"Oh gods... I know what it is!" Becca exclaimed and the cup down before her shivering hands dropped it. "I doubt you remember it. I was real little and dad was away at work and you were doing something so it was just mom and me. I was...sleeping on the couch. The one that was looked out the big windows? Mom had to run a quick errand and though she do it before I woke up." She had shut her eyes as if she could see the memory replaying on her eyelids. "There was a thunderstorm, I hated those things back then, and the thunder woke me up. The house was dark, it was pouring outside, lightning, wind, and I...I couldn't find anyone. The house rattled from the thunder it was so loud. I ended up in the linen closet, I remember the smell, trying to hide from the 'noise & light' that was going to get me. I was sobbing because I was terrified." Realizing that her heart was racing, Becca took a few breaths to calm down. "I guess I passed out but there was something that made me feel safe: 'You're safe. Don't cry. I won't let anything hurt you'. All the bad went away and next thing I knew mom was squeezing the crap out of me."

Becca got up and went to the window again. "I know why I'm nuts all of sudden and I'll have to ride it out I guess." She looked over at Luke. "And I'm sorry you have to be here to experience it. Want to go back to fighting? Then you don't have to do anything. I won't mind."
 
“I was probably at a friend’s house for a sleep-over, or something,” Luke suggested casually. He vaguely remembered the night Becca was referring to, in that he recalled overhearing Dad and Mum talking about how scared Becca had been. He thought he’d been darkly amused by it at the time, and that knowledge might have even been used to fuel the sniping between them at one point, but it hadn’t lasted, and they’d gone back to their regular bickering, the incident largely forgotten…until now, at least. He didn’t bother to elaborate. In any case, his sister’s earlier observation – off-hand comment, he figured – had him intrigued.

“So…I’m ‘cute’ am I?” he wondered thoughtfully, a light teasing tone creeping into his voice. “Am I dateable-cute, or am I more ‘I hate you but just as well you’re cute’-cute?” The thought occurred to him that he should strike some kind of pose to add weight to his question, but he was no good at such things. “Maybe you’ve got a friend you can recommend me to, then. I’ve heard sisters can be good for playing match-maker; might as well get some use out of you.” Yes, he was teasing her again, but at least this way it might help take her mind off their current predicament. At the same time, the revelation that she found him cute was starting to make him see her in a different light: she was his young sister, yes, but she was also turning into a very attractive young woman – slightly-curvy body, round and firm breasts, trim tummy, slightly-rounded face…if she was a few years older and not related, he’d seriously consider asking her out.

He walked into the kitchen and stood over the toaster, just in time for the bread to pop up nicely cooked. He grabbed the slices and slapped them onto the plates that had been pulled out, then rummaged through drawers to find a knife.

“What say I help get breakfast ready, at least? That way I won’t be able to blame you for everything that goes wrong in here.” He grinned as he walked over to the fridge to get the margarine out to spread over the toast.
 
Becca rolled her eyes at his comment but didn’t respond more that a shake of her head and a smile. Between the oatmeal, toast, and a beef stick she had had her breakfast but didn’t have a problem helping Luke with his. Besides, it was good company as the wind rattled the house a couple of time. Instead of freaking out, Becca just focused on her work and looked at her brother out of the corner of her eye.

“One good thing about the cabin is that we’re on top of the mountain so we don’t have to worry about avalanches.” She gave Luke a smile that wasn’t forced and was much more relaxed. At least she had an idea as to where the panic was coming from after remembered that old memory.While Becca liked her independence she was realizing that she also liked having someone that she can lean on as well.

As they went to sit, she with hot chocolate and he with breakfast, her eyes took Luke in again. This time without the riot of emotions filtering things. Becca found that she was correct in that he was cute and ‘just right’ in not being muscle bound or too thin. More importantly, since becoming more friendly, she realized that her brother was safe in that a girl didn’t have to worry that he would try ‘something’ against her will. Luke wouldn't do that.

“I know a couple of girls that would go out with you I think. Actually more than a couple but I wouldn’t set you up with them.” She took a sip from her cup and looked over it at him. “You’re 20 bro and I don’t know the details but I know there are some laws could get you in trouble for really doing nothing. I wouldn’t want that and not just because of what it would do to mum & dad, but mainly because...well...I don’t want anything to happen to you. Besides, you don’t need me because I know you’ll find the right person for you.” She gave him a little smile and shrugged her shoulders slightly.

“Shoe on the other foot Luke: You think you could set me up with one of your friends? And no, I’m not asking you to,” Becca quickly interjected. “He has to be cute, can hold a conversation, has a sense of humor, and is...a gentleman I guess. You know, not a POS or doesn’t think a firm NO means no.” Becca had been on a non-date date and the boy couldn’t understand all the ‘no’s’ she was giving. A knee to the groin ended nicely though. “I guess a guy like you would be good.” Her cheeks blushed at saying that but it was true. “Its stupid I know but getting past all the snark and fights you are a pretty good guy.

“Now that I’ve humiliated myself I’m going to go read...” she said as she got up from the table.
 
Luke didn’t bother making the tongue-in-cheek comment that came to mind: that the downside to being on top of the mountain was that, while it meant no avalanche would fall ON them, the possibility did exist that an avalanche would fall from UNDER them and take them with it. It would have been fun to tease Becca with it, but…under the current circumstances such a comment might do more harm than good. So he instead remained silent and focussed on getting his breakfast ready. In any case, the mountain they were on wasn’t that tall – it was barely a thousand meters above sea level – that any avalanche would get up momentum enough to be truly devastating.

But Becca went on…and on…and he grinned as he swallowed a mouthful of oatmeal.

“Yeah…I’d like to avoid jail, you know?” he offered amiably. “I’ve heard a rap sheet can be tough on a career. So if you could just limit yourself to setting your cute brother up with the few good and wholesome girls you know – you know, the ones that are nothing like you – that’d be great, thanks.” He paused to take a mouthful of coffee.

“As for anyone I know…? Well, most of the guys I know are tradies and apprentices, like me…and at least a few of them would be more interested in you as a notch on their bedpost, so we can leave them out. I mean…you’re only sixteen, so you’re barely legal to them, you’re attractive – yes, I said that – you’ve got a few curves in the right places…yes, some of the guys I know would not necessarily be looking for something long-term with you.”

He let it go as Becca got up and walked over to the couch…at least the silence that fell between them wasn’t awkward or tense. She started to read while he finished his breakfast, and she’d barely moved by the time he stood up and cleared his plate and bowl away to the kitchen sink. He’d do the dishes later – manually, of course, no dishwasher up here. They were lucky to have a microwave.

“Sounds like the wind might be starting to let up a little,” he observed as he made his way to the couches and fireplace. He grabbed a couple of logs from the bin and placed them on the flames, just as another gust made a couple of the windows rattle. “Or not.” He sighed softly as he turned away from the fire and moved to “his” couch, grabbed his book off the floor and settled on the couch to read.

How long had they been reading for with nothing more than the crackling of the fire and occasional gusts of wind to break the comfortable silence between them? A glance at his watch said it had been over an hour. He yawned, stretched, then looked over to his sister, trying hard not to admire her slender and slightly-curvy form as it stretched out on the couch.

“You want a coffee, sis…?”
 
As she was settling into her book, Luke made his comment about the storm letting up. Becca’s hand shot up and she said: “Three...two...one.” with the wind picking up again right as she spoke ‘one’. Peeking over her book, she gave her brother a slight grin. “We aren't getting out this that easy.’ Unheard was a “Wish we were...” whisper.

As the time passed, the book she was reading drifted out of interest to the point that Becca realized she read the same paragraph three times. It was still looked like she was reading but actually let her mind drifted to whatever it wanted. It was a battle to keep her eyes from closing all the way since that would quickly lead to sleep and that shouldn’t happen. At least at the moment.

Images from that ‘corny’ fantasy that she had mentioned to Luke came into view. A different cabin with snow piled against the windows but no storm. A fireplace, with a fur rug in front of it, that had two figures in shadow sitting together upon it that gazed intently at the other. Then they leaned in, lips touching, hands going to the others clothes...

“Huh?! What!?” Luke’s question pulled her right out of the fantasy that was now be pushed back into a box. A shake of her head cleared out the cobwebs with her then setting the book down. “Sorry, I think I was starting to fall asleep. Coffee? Yeah that would be great. Thanks!”

While Luke went to make it, Becca lightly rapped her knuckles on the side of her head. She could not had ‘those’ kind of fantasies running around in her mind right now. Those were for the times she was soaking in a bath bombed tub of hot water. Of course she had never experienced anything close to her fantasies but that didn’t make a difference since she had a great imagination.

“Thanks bro.” She took a sip of the coffee and knew she had to teach him how to punch up the strength of it. It wasn’t bad, just not the acid level strength she liked.

TIme passed again with each sibling quiet in their own interests. Luke was still reading while Becca switched to sketching because would keep her awake better. The subject of the sketch was her brother’s face as reclined back on his couch as he read. It wouldn’t win any awards because it was mostly just a goof but it was a good likeness. When she was done, Becca realized that her brother was indeed handsome.

“I’m going to make some lunch. Probably heat up that can of stew and some crackers. Would you care to partake?” she asked as she stretched and got up. “Otherwise I’ll make you whatever you want. No trouble at all.”

As she passed him, she gave him the sketch she had just finished. “I know I can do better but I think it’s a fair likeness? Least I hope so.” An idea of doing a painting of her and Luke for their mum’s birthday occurred to her. Maybe they could talk about it sometime she thought as she went to the kitchen.
 
He handed Becca her coffee and returned to his couch, picked up his book, and continued reading. He was vaguely aware of Becca putting her book down and grabbing a notebook and pencils, but he didn’t pay any real attention to what she was doing. Each of them seemed to be content to do their own thing in silence – he was, anyway. Then she got up and suggested lunch, and he pulled his attention from the book to look at her.

“Yeah, canned stew and crackers is fine,” he agreed casually. It didn’t bother him, really – he wasn’t overly hungry, having done very little since breakfast, but if she was going to do something simple, he’d not complain. Then she handed him a sheet of paper as she walked away, and he looked at it in confusion for a moment…a sketch of him? Not Art Gallery quality, for sure, but…why? It was good enough that the sketch would be identifiable as being of him, but still…the idea that she’d even bother doing a sketch of him was a little…unnerving, although he couldn’t say why.

“It’s good enough,” he agreed, keeping his curiosity out of his voice. “People will be able to look at it and know it’s me, at least. But…” he continued, pausing for a second as a grin formed. “…you need to make the temples and brow a little larger. I need room for all these brains I have.”

Other than the snort from Becca he didn’t get much of a response – not that he heard, anyway – and he dived back into his book, only emerging from his reading when his sister declared that lunch was ready. He joined her at the table to eat, stopping to pour each of them a glass of soft drink to go with the stew and crackers, and they chatted amiably about random things as they ate. Luke tidied up the table and cleaned up the stove, then the pair went back to their reading or sketching or whatever.

After a little while, Luke’s curiosity got the better of him; just what had made Becca do that sketch of him in the first place? He wasn’t angry or upset, just…he wanted to know what had driven the decision-making process that led her to the sketch. He closed his book, his forefinger keeping his place, looked up, turned to look at his sister, opened his mouth to form his question…and was stopped by a sudden sputtering and choking from outside. The kind of sputtering and choking that would normally be associated with a machine running out of fuel…

“Oh, shit…” Luke grabbed his bookmark and placed it in his book, then jumped up and ran to the side of the house to peer out the window in the direction of the generator. As if confirming his suspicion, the sight seemed to amplify the sound for his ears, and the sputtering increased briefly, then stopped. At the same time, the lights overhead stopped, as did the fan that sucked heat from the fire through the house.

“Dammit!” he growled, thumping a clenched fist against the wall. “I thought there was more fuel in the tank! I’ll have to go out and refill it, prime it, restart it…”

He knew it wasn’t the best idea – the wind was still gusting around them, driving lots of snow with it. The view was still, basically, white. He’d have to be careful out there. The alternative was that they freeze until the wind died down…
 
"Yeah, I'll make the brow more pronounced...." she muttered to herself after Luke's comment. "Gotta get those neanderthal-like qualities showing better...." That was a crack that in previous days would have led to another battle in the war between the siblings. That was then. In the now Becca just rolled her eyes as she started lunch. While waiting for the stew to cook, she crunched up a bunch of crackers into a bowl. It was one of Becca’s quirks: she liked her soups and stews almost thick enough to eat with a fork.

The conversation the pair had as they ate wasn’t about important things. Just comments about their parents, school, Luke’s preparations for college, and Becca’s playful announcement that she was ‘claiming’ his room when he was gone. He came back with a remark that got the both chuckling. It was far different from the usual sullen and silent meals the two had often eaten.

Luke had volunteered to do the clean up but his sister hung around until he was done. There wasn’t a conversation, Becca just thought not goofing off while he worked might be a nice to do. Not that she expected any compliments of course. As they headed back to the fireplace to resume their loafing she realized why she had stayed: she liked being around her brother. If asked, Becca wouldn’t be able to explain it other than the two being so seperate that when they got together she liked it.

Later on a bit of movement caught her eye and she looked up from her book at her brother. Before either could say anything, a series of noises outside, barely heard above the wind, caught their attention. Becca got up as fast as her brother and stood by him at the window.

“Crap...” she whispered as the sound of the wind seemed to be even louder than before. The cabin was chilly even before the power went out but without the circulation from the fan, the temperature started dropping already. The fear that had been pushed away started coming back but Becca concentrated on what they were going to do instead.

They had a source of warmth with the fireplace. The had blankets and their coats to wear. Without power the pump wouldn’t draw water but a bucket of snow next to the fire would melt into water. There was food that didn’t need cooking but could be warmed next to the fire. Finally, and more importantly, the storm WOULD end.

She was feeling a bit calmer until Becca heard what her brother was talking about doing...

“Luke, you...you can’t do that!” she exclaimed, eyes wide in horror as she looked at him. A quick glance at the window showed that there was a wall of white of snow. A groan from the cabin told of a heavy gust that just hit. All of it conspired to allow the fear that had been building to be let free.

“You can’t! You won’t be able..you can’t find the shed in this shit! You step outside and you’ll be gone.” Her hands, as well as her body, were shaking as she grasped her brother’s in her own. Images of Luke just vanishing into the snow like a puff of smoke while she watched from inside raced through her mind. She would be alone in all of this! Just like the little girl who woke up alone in an empty house with a storm raging. “We...we don’t have any rope. You couldn’t find your way back. It's too c...cold, even with the jacket and...” Becca closed her eyes for a second to concentrate. “You’d set yourself on fire cuz the gas would....”

Becca suddenly wrapped her arms around her brother and buried her head in his chest. “Please...please don’t leave me. I can’t...not if you’re...” Tears started to flow as images of her...alone. Darker thoughts crept out of hiding places. “Please...Luke..I can’t lose you...not now. Please?”

“If you go outside I go with you!” she said, looking up at him. If the storm takes him, then it takes her too! “I love you Luke. I...never thought I did..but I always have. I don’t want to lose you!”
 
Luke found himself somewhat surprised by the strength of his sister’s reaction. A quick denial would have been expected, maybe a slap on the arm or something; but her expression of…fear?...was something else entirely. She’d grabbed his hands, then hugged him tightly, all while all-but-sobbing against his chest as she declared she didn’t want to lose him…had they become that close that he was suddenly this important to her? Only a week ago they’d been having one of their trademark Angry Arguments about the drudgery of spending alone time in the cabin, just the two of them; now she couldn’t bear to be without him?

He found himself wrapping his arms around her in a gentle embrace even as his mind scrambled to work out how to respond.

“Well…I have to do something, sis,” he offered quietly, his hands gently rubbing up and down her back. “It’s going to get real cold in here real fast without the generator running. And with the radio out we can’t let anyone know what’s going on up here.” The radio had a small battery as backup; the battery would be fully charged by now, but no antenna meant it was useless.

“And with power out, cooking’s going to be tricky as well. That gas bottle won’t last forever.” They had a small five-kilo bottle that could be connected to the hotplate that was in one of the kitchen cupboards to provide some cooking ability, but it wasn’t a great option. The plate could be removed to expose the burner and allow a single saucepan to be heated, but that was it – burner or plate.

He reached down slightly to give his sister a small kiss on the top of her head.

“We’ll rough it for tonight, then,” he finally conceded. “We can pull apart mum and dad’s bed, drag the mattress and blankets and quilt here in front of the fire and sleep here for the night. Make sure we keep the fire stoked, wrap ourselves up, that sort of thing. Hopefully, in the morning…well, maybe the weather will have died down enough to let me go outside.”

He let his hand slide down to give her a playful swat on her surprisingly-firm backside. “Come on, you. Let’s get that done while we still have some light left to see what we’re doing, okay? Anything you want to do that can be done by firelight, bring it with you. We’re going to lose daylight pretty quickly up here.”

In truth he hadn’t been that keen on the idea of going outside with the weather as it currently was, but he’d have had no choice. Sure as hell he’d have been careful about it, and he had a good sense of direction, but…the conditions outside were bad at best. He might not have gotten lost, but he possibly would have found himself in trouble. Staying indoors, even without power for heating, was the safer option at the moment. And putting together a makeshift bed in front of the fireplace was a good, if small, distraction.

The idea of sharing a bed with his sister, though…that was an interesting one.
 
It wasn’t the words that calmed her down, they helped, but Luke’s arms around her and the fell of his body against her own that did it. The swirl of black thoughts and images plus the roar of the blood pumping hard through her ears slowly began to subside. The memory of the storm when she was a girl that had combined with being trapped in the cabin alone disintegrated into pieces as if a wind blew through her mind. The touch of Luke’s kiss and the feel of his hand on her butt made Becca open her eyes. For a few extra seconds she kept her arms around her brother before finally letting go. Becca couldn’t look up at Luke because of the embarrassment for acting the way she did. When she did speak it was in a near whisper.

“Yeah....yeah let’s get busy. And...I’m sorry for acting... For freaking out like that. It was stupid.” Becca wiped the tears from her eyes before running up stairs to her room. Very carefully she closed the door to sit of the bed for a moment. The noise of the wind was much louder here with the temperature low enough to let her see her breath. Grabbing a pillow she buried her face into it muffle the sobs as she let loose the remainder of the emotions that had built up during the massive panic attack. It lasted only a minute or two before she had to get moving do to the cold. Grabbing a sweater, some thicker socks, and another book Becca head downstairs, not before paying a visit to the bathroom. To make sure the toilet pipes were drained of water of course.

“We can heat the cans of spaghetti and stew next to the fire,” she explained as she helped with the mattress. It would’ve been a lot easier to push the couch cushions together she thought but didn’t say anything. Becca didn’t want to argue for any reason at the moment. “We also got dad’s ‘emergency rations’ too. I nibbled on the pemmican and its not bad. Almost broke a tooth.“ She said that with a little smile. “Also got crackers and chocolate in the packet too. So food is okay.” As Luke was working on setting up the mattress, Becca got their winter coats to set on the couches in case they needed them.

As they sat by the fire during a brief break, Becca pulled on her heavier socks. Hopefully Luke wouldn’t notice that she was braless. Between the t-shirt and the loose sweater over it it should be okay. She didn’t want to have to deal with a bra right now.

“Luke...about before...” Becca finally looked at his face. “I don’t know what happened. I...panicked I guess. Just everything from the past couple of days came out at once. I’m fine being alone but that time when I was little came back to haunt me. What I said...” Her hand reached to touch his. “...about loving you is true. I think deep, deep down I think I never stopped from before we started to fight. It might be one-sided I know but...I do. I’m glad I have a big brother.” She gave him a little smile before looking at the fire. It had always been a little easier for her to express her emotions and feelings so Becca didn’t expect anything from Luke. Hopefully he did feel the same way.

“I also want you to know if you hog the covers I will put snow down your shorts,” she laughed soft and smiled.
 
At least the pair worked well enough setting up the makeshift bed. Luke hadn’t said anything when Becca had rushed upstairs to grab a few things, and the flushing of the toilet reminded him he should do the same – he subsequently went to the bathroom downstairs and we emerging about the same time as Becca re-appeared. It took both of them to move the queen mattress off mum and dad’s bed and carry it to the fireplace, but he could make it with the sheets and quilt and blankets while she attended to other things. He had briefly entertained the idea of using the couch cushions, but abandoned it on the grounds that they’d likely fall apart under them while they slept, therefore becoming a source of broken sleep for both of them. While maybe not ideal, the mattress was the best option right now.

As they paused to put on a few extra items – Luke another jumper and socks as Becca did similar – he realised that Becca had looked to be a little bit…freer in her chest as they’d worked. Was she braless right now? He didn’t dwell on it, but he was certain he’d caught a couple of glimpses of less-restrained movement in her breasts. Maybe it was just a trick of peripheral vision.

“Okay,” he agreed lightly to her threat. “While you’re going outside to get snow, you can check on the generator, too…fill it, prime it, see if you can get it running. That’d be great, thanks.” He grinned, pretty sure that she’d not have seen that response coming; she might have, true, but he suspected the former. Then he let the grin fade as his mind turned to mulling over her more-heartfelt words.

“Panicking a little is okay, Becca,” he suggested softly, as his gaze fell to look at their lightly touching hands. “These are hardly ideal circumstances. And regardless of much we fight and argue, I’m still your big brother. I’ll look out for you.” He paused for a moment to regard her profile as she looked into the fire, and he was again struck by how naturally pretty she was, how womanly she was becoming. If she wasn’t his sister, he might have seriously considered asking her out. He stopped himself and turned to regard the fire himself, their hands falling away from each other as he did so.

“Looking out for you…is what I do, sis,” he added quietly. “Possibly more than you know, at least when we were younger…in spite of the fights.”
 
At hearing her brother's 'idea' for what she should do outside Becca chuckled. "Bro, you know me and machines don't get along. Don't you remember the infamous lawn mower episode?" One summer Becca's father took her along when he was going to get gas for the riding lawn mower. He had to run into the store so Becca decided to help out by filling the gas can from the pumps herself. It was easy! It had already been paid for and she had watched mum & dad do it all the time. So her dad was kind of shocked and pleased that his little girl could do it by herself. She did get warned not to do it again without supervision. They got home, dad filled the mower's tank, and off he went. The mower proceeded to shake, rattle, and die a smokey & stinky death. When asked "Which pump did you use?" she proudly and said "The one the big trucks use!". In a word, diesel. Becca spent more time with her mother after that.

When Luke started talking about looking out for her she just smiled. These past few days had been so earth shaking for them both in regards to how acting towards the other. Becca had just hoped they would be civil and leave it at that. Instead, there seemed to be signs that a real relationship were possible. Trying to force it to grow would be disastrous but at least there was hope. Mum and dad’s secret plan, if there actually was one, seemed to be working.

What? What did he say? She quickly turned to look at her brother when he mentioned about ‘looking out for her’ when they were younger. Did she remember anything he had done for her? It was so far back that memories were hazy and would take time to dredge things up. There was one she did remember. The one Becca had always dismissed as a trick of the mind of a scared child.

For many seconds the only sound in the room was the storm outside and the crackle of the fire. “I’m not going to ask a question and I don’t want you to tell me any answers.” Becca leaned over a did something she hadn’t done before; kiss her brother’s cheek. “Thank you,” she whispered before pulling back. At that moment Becca realized her brother was a fine man. One that probably met that mental list of qualities she wanted someone, someday to have. Why did it have to be her brother?

With that, they went about making the final preparations for the night. Bottle water, pop, and food that was good at room temperature was kept just close enough to the fire so it wouldn’t freeze. Becca stuck with ‘emergency ration’ she had liberated. It was greasy and you needed a knife to cut the pemmican into bite sized pieces but it wasn’t bad. With the couchs to their back and the fire to the front the little space they made was comfortable. Wrapped up in a quilts, the evening slowly past as they did their own things. For Becca it was reading.

When decided to go to sleep, Becca crawled up the two layers of blankets and quilts to stealthily pull the sweater she had on off. She was actually getting too warm with it on! At no time did she tell Luke that she was wearing just a t-shirt with no bra. “Night big brother,” she said softly as she lay with back towards him.
 
The kiss on the cheek was somewhat surprising – it showed on Luke’s face when he turned to quickly look at her to see whether the small show of affection had been sincere…apparently it was. Becca said nothing about it, though –other than her quiet thanks – so he said nothing, either. The feeling of her lips against his skin lingered for a while, though, as they settled into making sure they were as prepared as they could be for a cold night in front of the fireplace, using each other’s bodies for warmth under the quilts and blankets. Rice Crackers and a bottle of Mountain Dew were his snacks of choice as they settled into the makeshift bed together.

It was a very weird feeling, he thought as he opened one of his text books, having Becca in bed with him like this, getting ready to settle in and sleep with him in a way they hadn’t done in a very, very long time. They’d shared beds once when they were kids, and it was a holiday, and mum and dad were in the other bed in the motel room…but that had been well-over ten years ago, and the situation was nothing like this...and their awareness of the biological differences between men and women then was nothing like what it was now, either.

He hadn’t worn much to bed for sleeping purposes beyond his boxers and a t-shirt, although he had put on – at least for now – a long-sleeved jumper for lying in bed and reading. He was content there, for the time being, to lie in bed, rugged up as best he could be, and read – with his sister next to him doing the same. They were quiet, with nothing but the crackling of the fireplace and the slowing howling of the wind outside making any noise. After some time – he had no idea how long, really – he became aware of Becca putting her book aside, burrowing down under the blankets and quilts, and slipping out of her sweater so she could go to sleep. It was probably a good idea.

Luke set his bookmark in place and put his book to the side, then craned his head up to check on the fireplace. Plenty of wood in it to keep it going for some time; it might last most of the night, and if it didn’t he’d just get up and add another log or two to keep the flames going. Then he followed Becca’s example and crawled under the quilts and pulled his jumper off and dropped it next to the bed. “G’night, little sister,” he murmured quietly in reply as he shuffled onto his side, his back to her.

For some time he lay like that, wondering just how his sister and him had managed to patch up years of animosity in only a couple of days. She wasn’t a bad sort, really, he’d always known that on some level; but their obvious lifestyle, mental and emotional differences had always been a bone of contention between them. Maybe it was good that they’d at least made peace between them after all this time, before he went to college and it was too late to try.

So far as he knew, Becca had already gone to sleep when he faded.
 
Becca’s mind was still moving she didn’t fall asleep right away. She was still a little mad at herself for all emotions that she had spewing out since the storm started. All the acting like a baby when she had always prided herself on being so independent. Nothing had really changed, had it? She half wondered if it wasn’t the presence of Luke that was causing all of it. Not so much that he was her brother but that he was a handsome gentleman who could...this was hard to put into word, take care of her. Especially being held by strong arms...Becca couldn’t help but imagine if they were on a date, laughing and kissing.....

That was when her mind finally drifted off to sleep to join her brother in dreamland. At one point, Becca woke up just enough to push her sweatpants down and off so she was in a t-shirt & undies like Luke.

Becca didn’t know it yet but she had a little kink to her sexuality. Nothing major but something that would someday be surprising to her. It added flavor to a common dream, that she never remembered the details about. The most common one involved silk scarves, bed posts, a blindfold, and a feather. This time though, a change took place. Something pulled Becca from the deep, kinky dreaming sleep to a lighter one but still dreaming.

Somehow all the scarves had disappeared and she was laying on her side with a strong arm holding her against against a strong body. A smile appeared on her lip followed by a tiny sigh of contentment. Her breath caught when the hand that was attached to the arm moved along her chest to touch and then grasp a breast. It was nearly big enough to enclose all of it and did so very gently. Enough so that Becca’s body relaxed. Way, way in the back of her mind it was remembered that no one had ever been allowed to touch her this way. Especially not a finger rubbing oh so slightly on a nipple that harden quickly. How did they that those were so sensitive? A slight pinch, she had found through experience, was more than enough to make her weak in the knees.

There was something pressing against ass and was growing larger by the moment. When Becca moved slightly, the hand enclosing her breast squeezed harder as the now hard object settled nicely between her cheeks. Her hand slid between their bodies and then under undies until fingertips found a patch of hair. They ran their fingers through it before instinctively wrapped themselves around the hot, hard, and oh so perfect shaft that was there.

That was all she did, nothing more except snuggle back against the owner of the hand and...the other thing. Becca was drifting back into the deeper sleep when her body stiffened for a moment.

The hand on her boob shifted downwards, across her abdomen, and still lower. The whimper of dismay that was forming changed to a gasp as the hand slipped under the panties to cup her pussy. Her body froze as it awaited...anything. The hand just rested against the small patch of fur that was moist from the wetter lips it barely hid.. It didn’t search out the tiny spot that when gently tweaked caused so much pleasure! Perhaps it didn’t know what to do. Just the feeling up it there was enough to make Becca sigh softly with a smile.
 
They say there are several different types of dreams, and if he’d been awake when asked, Luke would have been able to vaguely describe them: there are the dreams that are deep and only occur in heavy sleep and are almost never remembered; there are REM dreams, which are sometimes remembered; there are those vivid dreams which really stand out when you wake; and there are those dreams that are strong and can even result in being acted out. Luke was having one of the latter dreams…

…he’d finally asked Jenny on a date, and it had clearly gone well; they were back at her place, and had progressed from the couch to her bedroom. Jenny was an office girl from one of his customer sites; she was a cute thing, in her early 20s, shoulder-length blonde hair normally back in a pony-tail (she’d let it down, now, and it look great), deep blue eyes, slim build with full breasts (probably a D or E cup)…she was a lovely young woman, and they’d hit it off enough that she’d decided tonight was her night as well as his. Jenny had told him she was a virgin, and she wanted Luke to be her First.

They were naked, in bed, just cuddling, Luke snuggled in behind her. She was pressing back against him, encouraging him with her body. He was hard, very much so, his erection pressing against her smooth and warm hip. His hand was resting on her breast, gently cupping and squeezing, his finger occasionally rubbing and circling the hard nipple it encountered. He could feel her respond with her movements, the way her chest gently heaved with appreciation for his gentleness, the way a soft sigh escaped her lips as he slowly stimulated her. He felt her hand reach behind her, between them, felt her fingers slowly and carefully grasp his stiff shaft with a delicate and curious grip and start to slowly stroke his length.

His hand slid down her body, relinquishing her breast to seek another prize, her greatest prize. His fingers traced along the lines of her taut belly as they slid down, slipping along her lovely body to sneak between her thighs. A patch of soft fuzz greeted his fingers as his hand came to rest against her warm mound. There they rested, initially, just waiting, just touching, letting her get used to the contact of his hand against her sex. He didn’t want to rush her, didn’t want to push her. He wanted her to be ready for each next step.

She gave a small noise of contentment, a light wriggle of her body against his…it was permission. The fingers against her sex started to move and flex against her moist folds, gently exploring and probing, rubbing along the crevice between her thighs, carefully pushing between them to rub her slick inner lips all the way to her excited button. He heard her gasp then groan softly at the touch of his hand to her aroused clit, felt her body tense slightly and press back more against him as the hand on his shaft firmed its grip a little.

She’d be ready soon, he knew. He wanted her to be ready when he entered her; he wanted her to be ready and willing when she lost her virginity to him. She needed to remember this moment fondly.
 
Becca was in a dream with her dream lover. He faceless because of the silk blindfold she wore or from the dim light of candles that burned around the bed they lay upon. The best had been when she was tied to the bedposts with more silk scarves and he used a feather then his lips to drive Becca crazy with desire. That was always followed by his taking her virginity with a forceful shove of his hips...

She always awoke at that moment with a gasp from the orgasm that the fingers between her thighs had drawn out of her. The details were never remembered but Becca would go back to sleep with a smile on her face.

This time it was different but much, much more satisfying as her body nestled against the strong one behind her. It felt so real! Ever so often she quivered and whimpered when fingers probed the most delicate part of her body. A flick of her clit or a stroke along the length of her wetness or a tiny tug at the soft hair. When a finger circled, then pressed ever so lightly on her hymen Becca froze until it moved away. She wanted him to take it and be her first lover but at the same time she was terrified. Not of the potential pain but just from what it would mean.

Her own hand lightly stroked that hard shaft that pressed against her ass. When her fingers gave it a squeeze it throbbed in response. A smile came to her lips from the soft groan that her lover emitted into her ear. The groan seemed to change to a moan when Becca moved her hand to cradled those heavy objects in the warm sac. They felt so full... If it was possible, the length grew larger as fingertips found the velvet smooth head and then a tiny drop of liquid at the very tip. A thumb worked the sticky drop around as another moan was heard. It was a crude joke told amongst girls that men came in three sizes: small, medium, and OH MY GOD! He fit the third category she was certain. A shiver of fear and lust traveled up her spine. Fear that he..well...wouldn’t fit. Lust: She would make him fit.

Taking a deep breath, Becca slowly rolled onto her back but still pressing her side to him. She looked and ‘saw’ him for the first time. A hand quickly brushed back the long hair that must’ve gotten loose from a ponytail. It was just saw a dim, hazy outline but he was the most handsome man in the whole world! She smiled and knew he smiled back at her as their hands resumed their intimate touches. This time though she felt the other hand take hold of her breast with the thumb flicking the hard nipple.. Each time it did so, a whimper came from her lips.

Everytime a guy had looked at her breasts Becca had felt uncomfortable, even ashamed because they were ‘too big’ for her frame. Why guys were so interested in them was a mystery to her. A boy she had been interested in and was a great kisser but, sadly was gay, explained it this way: ‘Guys are fascinated by breasts because they don’t have them. The bigger they are, the more the ‘jello fixation’ hits so they just have to feel them up and they get worse from there.’

Her dream lover liked them she thought from the gentle way he touched them. Firmly but not ‘pawing’ at them. Fingers that seemed to know how to manipulate the nipples to drive her wild. Becca made a decision and reached over with her free hand to guide his head down until his lips touched a nipple. A soft cry, barely heard even by her, came from her lips as a tiny orgasm, the first of many no doubt, was pulled from her his skillful touches. His hands were occupied with her while her own held his head to her breasts and stroked his hard cock.

Becca wanted him like she had never wanted anything else. Her perfect lover!
 
Jenny had rolled onto her back, her head turning slightly further so she could look at him. It was a pity she’d done that, in a way – he’d quite enjoyed being nestled in behind her, her body pushing back against him, her fingers gently caressing his aching shaft and thick helmet, his fingers having ease of access to the treasure between her thighs…it was very intimate, very cosy…and she was quite welcoming. It had never occurred to him before now, but Jenny did, in some way, vaguely resemble his sister. Except Jenny was in no way Becca, and there was nothing untoward about the pleasure they were about to give to each other. Jenny had told him she was on the Pill, so he could let her feel everything for her first time.

For the moment Luke remained on his side, facing her; his free hand roamed slowly over her body, beginning with her delightfully-full breasts, his fingers gently massaging the soft-yet-firm flesh, his palms and thumbs grazing over her taut nipples…and her soft whimpers of delight made his shaft twitch in response. Then she gently guided his head to her chest with one hand while her other hand continued to lazily stroke his throbbing member…his lips dutifully latched onto one of her erect nipples and sucked gently, drawing the bud between them so his tongue could flick and tease; at the same time, his hand slid down her body to again rest between her thighs, his fingers finding her slick sex and softly caressing her lower lips.

Did she cry out just then? He wasn’t sure, but he fancied she had. There was even a tiny tremble in her at that moment…an orgasm, however small, perhaps? Again, he wasn’t sure…but he suspected that was it. His shaft was twitching in her soft grasp, eager to explore her untouched depths, a few drops of sticky fluid escaping the tip of his manhood and smearing her fingers…

He shifted, his lips releasing her breast as he slowly and tenderly placed a line of slow and random kisses over her chest before moving up to her shoulder, then her neck before trailing along her tender jaw. His body moved to be above hers, settling slowly between her thighs and gently pushing them apart, his hips coming to rest against hers and pressing his aching shaft against her hot mound. He began to slowly rock his hips against hers, rubbing his stiffness against her heat, exciting himself and hopefully her as well.

“May…may I enter you, make love to you…?” His voice was barely a murmur, yet seemed loud enough to carry a great distance. She’d already told him he could be her First, but he was still going to ask permission.
 
Her body froze when his talented fingers resumed their detailed exploration of her wetness. Part of her wanted to whisper a question about how he knew exactly where to touch to drive her crazy. The other part said to lay back and enjoy. Becca listened the second part. His lips kissing all over her breasts caused Becca to shiver and squeeze him gently. It was probably her imagination but it felt like he was getting larger every time she did that. Then as he moved his body, she reluctantly let him go and brought her knees up with legs spread to give him room. She knew what was coming and felt her heart beat faster in anticipation.

The words that were whispered in her ear couldn't be made out but Becca knew what they said regardless. Her wordless response to cup one of his buttocks with first one hand then, after positioning his shaft at her opening, the other. For several seconds she gathered up her courage and pushed aside the fear of what was to come... Drawing a deep breath, Becca's hands pulled her lover down as she pushed up towards him. Her hymen bulged and then broke as he slid into her warm and tight depths.

Becca bit her lip to keep silent as her face winced in pain from the expected hurt. It seemed to fade quickly as the sensations overtook it but the pain was enough to loosen the cords keeping her in the dream state. She knew she whimpered and thought he might have as well when their pubic hairs meshed to signal that he was fully inside of her. Neither moved as they got used to the wonderful sensations they both felt. For Becca, she could feel every millimeter of his hot and so hard length inside of her. Even in her wildest thoughts she couldn't have imagined just how wonderful he felt. "We're perfect together..." she gasped softly in his ear as her muscled instinctively tightened around him.

Ever so slowly did she rise from the deep dream that she was in. The riot of pain and then pleasure tugged at her brain while the dream tried to resist. If she woke, the dream whispered, all of it would go away. “Please...more...” she whispered to herself in a plea not to lose all of this.

The next thing Becca knew was her lover slowly moving in and out of her with her hips trying to match him. When he pulled nearly out it felt like part of her soul was trying to go with. That caused her hands, still on his buttocks, to pull at him so he would go back in with her pushing up to meet him until he hilted. The tip seemingly to almost nudge at her cervix which caused her muscles to tighten in response. This happened over and over, each time a little faster and a little harder.

Her eyes closed to enjoy the feelings and when they opened again Becca found that she the hazy form of her lover was a bit more clear. Some of his features resembled her brother Luke and a smile appeared on her lips. Luke was handsome she had found so someone like him was good, right? Brother...why was she thinking of him as her legs wrapped around her lover’s lower thighs to pull him harder to her.
 
There was heat, a wet heat, that greeted the tip of his shaft as it slowly pushed into her. Her outer folds parted to let him ease into her, then her inner lips opened to permit his shaft entry into her depths. She was slick, hot, tight around him, her inner walls caressing and welcoming him…then the barrier that resisted his entry. He pushed, tested, gathered his strength, pushed again…and pushed through suddenly. He could see Jenny’s face grimace with the pain of his entry, saw her grit her teeth to not cry out – he wouldn’t have protested if she had cried out, he knew it would hurt.

He didn’t rush to bury himself in her; no, he took his time, let her get used to him being inside her. He pushed into her slowly, carefully…gently, until he felt her body rise up to meet him, her thighs opening a little more to allow him to settle between them. He felt her arms encircle him, heard her mumble something that didn’t quite reach his ears, but her body told him what those words probably were. He pushed deeper into her, felt her tightness grip him and ripple around him…then he could go no further into her as their groins met; he could feel the tickle of her hair against his own, felt his heavy balls come to rest against her flesh, and knew he was as deep as he could be within her.

Slowly he began to rock against her, deliberate and undulating movements of his hips pulling his length almost fully out of her then pushing deep into her again. Slow, repetitive movements, gradually picking up some pace without forming a rhythm as her legs wrapped around his knees to hold him to her and inside her. She was incredible…he’d never thought that Jenny could be so wonderful to make love to. And yet…it dawned on him that she did vaguely resemble Becca. But she wasn’t Becca at all, she was Jenny, and she was an amazing person in so many ways – not least being that they were now making love to each other, and that she’d allowed him to claim her virginity. He brought his head closer to hers, whispered softly to her.

“Cum for me,” he murmured hoarsely. “Let me feel your pleasure.” Then he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her deeply as he finally found a rhythm that started and ended deep within her tightness and barely involved withdrawing from her at all.
 
Tentatively, then with more confidence Becca returned her lover's kiss. She hadn't ever kissed so deeply before but it seemed that she was a quick learner so that they tongues did playful battle. The words he had spoken were just sounds that the roaring of the blood in her easier drowned out. The command though, was being followed... With each thrust and withdraw, his pubic hair brushed her aroused clit to cause even more pleasurable sensations. Then a tiny adjustment,unnoticeable, of his shaft made it rub harder on a certain spot where a tiny bundle of nerves resided. A fire had been building in Becca since they started and the bolt up her spine was enough to cause it to partially explode.

Out of nowhere, Becca’s body seized and began shuddering as the orgasm rolled through her body. The kiss she was sharing ended when she pulled her head away, her mouth opened to scream but no sounds came out of it. For several seconds she lay on the mattress shuddering before her hips began to instinctively meet his again. At the same times, her eyes began to flutter open and her mind started to become aware....

“L...Luke?” she gasped with eyes wide open. Her brother and her were...fucking! ‘How?’ and ‘Why?!’ went through her mind that was still befuddled by sleep and post-orgasmic bliss. Wait...orgasm?! Everything was hitting all at once with the sensations, wonderful sensations, of what her brother...her brother and she were doing and where.

Becca realized that she was still responding to Luke’s movements and she knew she should push him off but... Another gasp came from her lips at a thrust that hilted deeply. She should stop this but...it felt so....wonderful! Oh gods...she wasn’t a virgin and she was fucking...no...making love. It was so WRONG but why did it have to feel so GOOD?! She might be damned to hell but she could help herself...she wanted to keep feeling all the wonderfulness! What was wrong with him? Why was he doing this... Can’t he see... Oh gods...he’s asleep! We both were! All of these thoughts sped through her mind in a few seconds. Worse, she realized that the orgasm she just had was only a preview of the one that was quickly building inside of her.

“Luke! Luke! Wake up!” she gasped again. Her body still moving in time with his, faster and harder.. One of her hands cupped the side of his face to shake his head. “Wake up!!”

Gone was the slowness to draw out the most pleasure. In its place was lustful rutting to feed the fires that burned. Becca's body was a riot of sensations that she was now truly feeling instead of in the previous dream. Their bodies move with quicker, shorter thrusts until Becca's legs tightened around him and she arched up towards his as she was hit by the largest orgasm she had ever had in her young. With a cry of his name, her hands grabbed his ass and her sheath clamped as her body spasmed. Dimly, she felt, or least thought she felt, his warm seed flooding into her...

For Becca, her mind seemed to go blank for several moments. As she became aware of her surroundings again she found that the blankets had been thrown off but she was far from chilled. Between the fire, her overheated body, and Luke warm body above her Becca was more than comfortable. The orange light of the fire made them almost glow from the sheen of sweat on their bodies.

As she stared up at her brother, gasping softly to catch her breath, her fingertips moving up and down along his spine, a tiny smile on her lip. She knew she should be horrified at what they had just done, and she was, but Becca couldn’t help but love the pleasures that Luke had made her feel.

"What...happened?" she whispered to her brother and lover. A finger brushing some of Luke’s hair from his face. “What did we just do?” An unspoken thought: Can we do it again?
 
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