Lightening Crashes

This is my first story. Please leave me comments and suggestions! I hope you like the way I meander to the climax. No pun intended. 🙂
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It was late at night when my bedroom door opened. The rain was pelting the windows with an undulating rhythm. I looked over from my pillow at the door and saw my younger sister step inside, wide-eyed and visibly upset. Then a piercing bolt of lightning lit up the room with a window-pane shaking, thunderous roar. In that moment, I saw her jump and clutch her arms around her heaving 34B chest. She was only in a white, ratty t-shirt that clung to her petite, 5’3” frame, contrasted by the dark blue panties which outlined a gorgeous ass and made a beautiful V-shaped mound below her waist. Her long brunette hair framed a milky white face, helping emphasize her piercing blue eyes. Eyes that were scared. Scared of a storm? She’s seventeen! This is becoming a little much. I am only two years older than her, but when we were younger she would use the storm or any other excuse to sleep in my bed. She would snuggle up against me and quickly fall asleep. She began to let up on this when she started dating guys at fifteen, but now that she was single…I find her at my door more often than not.
“Jess, what is it?” I sleepily ask. “Mike, can I snuggle with you…EEP!” Jess squeaks as a lightning bolt actually hits a fence post outside, resulting in a loud CRACK. She runs towards the bed, ready to jump in. “Whoa!” I hold up my hand. Now fully awake, I bolt into an upright position while she bypasses my outstretched palm and collides into my masculine torso. Now I’m not a small guy. 6’1” with a well-defined upper body, nice tanned skin (from my dad) and short-cut sandy hair. But as soon as her perky, firm breasts hit my face, I lean back and let her topple into me. I yelp as her knee lands on my crotch. Jess ends up on top of me, haphazardly spread over the covers. Her breasts heaving, pressed against my chest; her shocked, apologetic expression looking directly into my hazel eyes. At that moment, all I could say was, “GEEEET OFFFFF!!!!”
I roll over onto my side, in pain, as soon as she scoots off me. I can hear her crying, sitting at the foot of my bed. Jess puts a hand on my upper thigh and rubs it with a circular motion, “I’m sooo sorry….I don’t mean to be a bitch, but why didn’t you just open your covers and let me snuggle up against you like we used to? This wouldn’t happen if…” “Jess, you can’t just assume. Seriously, this is ridiculous! I kicked you out last time you heard the wind blowing a little too hard. What gives?” “But Mike…what do you want me t…” “Go and sleep in your bed…I need to recuperate…” Rolled over, I can feel her get off the edge of my bed and reluctantly remove her hand from my thigh. She walks slowly out, sniffling, as if waiting for me to change my mind. “OUT!” And with that, the door quickly shuts behind her. I can hear her stomping all the way to her room.
I can hear a scuttling of feet moving down the hall and my door opening again to who I expected. “Mom, what?” “What happened?” “Sis got scared, wanted to talk. I wanted to sleep. So I told her to get out. It’s just a storm.” “Ok. I’ll talk to her…” “Mom, she’ll be fine. She’s seventeen. She’s probably already going to sleep. The storm is subsiding as we speak.” “Ok. Well, good night.” “Night.”
And that was it. No more disturbances or anything. The rain finally stopped and the last distant rolls of thunder diminished. I woke up a little sore in my groin, nice and late on a Saturday to the noise of the shop vac. I throw on some slacks and a t-shirt and walk out the door. I see my sister, mom and dad moving stuff out of Jess’ room. “What happened?” was all I could get out. “The roof sprung a leak over Jess’ bed and her closet. Furthermore, the wind blew a branch I should have cut a while ago into her window. So we have walls, ceiling, roof and floors. That’s not even including everything else that’s swelling up as we speak from water damage,” explained very matter-of-factly from my father. “When did this happen?” “Last night, jerk,” was all Jess had to say. The look on her face spoke volumes of hurt and betrayal. “Wait, so you bother me and what? End up sleeping on the couch when I kicked you out?” “Well…yeah.” “Damn it Jess, you’re such a big baby!” “Fuck yo…” “ENOUGH!!!” stormed my father, “I have had ENOUGH! Jess, you’re sleeping in Mike’s bed until this is taken care of. Mike, you can sleep on the floor of your room or sleep on the couch. Your choice. For now, get yourself together and help us clear out the room and make some space for your sister in yours. We’ll go to Wal-mart and get you an air mattress until this is all settled.” Mom just kept busy and Jess appeared satisfied, as if I got what I deserved. “And Jess, your brother is right. Instead of acting like a scared kid, you could have done something constructive like wake us all up instead of laying this at your brother’s feet.” Ha! That dropped her down a few notches!
I shuffle to the bathroom and grabbed a quick shower. As irritating as this whole situation was, I couldn’t help but remember how my sister’s left tit felt against my face. It felt kind of wrong, but in an erotic and forbidden way. As the warm water was trickling from my sandy hair and over my body, I couldn’t help but touch my chest where her breasts had ended up, heaving up and down. Firm, perky and desirable. I could trace where her nipples poked into my developed upper body. Wait, was she not wearing a bra? As I was standing in the shower, I could feel something stir in my groin. For my sister. Wait? What?! Then it happened. KNOCK KNOCK.
“Son, we need you out here.” “Yes, Dad! Almost done.” Nothing like Dad to come crashing into my taboo fantasy! I wrapped a towel around my waist and crossed into my room, forgetting that I was in full view of everyone working in the hallway.