The neon sign outside the bar buzzed faintly, casting the slick pavement in a watery glow of pink and green. The rain had started as a drizzle, but now it felt like the sky was unravelling. I leaned against the brick wall, my arms wrapped tightly around myself. Not that my top was doing much for warmth–thin black satin with a neckline that dipped low enough to make Bryan seethe. That thought alone made me feel colder. My phone vibrated in my hand, and Mike’s name lit up the screen.

“Five minutes. Stay put.”

I stared at the message, biting my lip. Calling him had been a last resort, and I hated it. Mike and I didn’t get along. He was my older brother by ten years and had a way of making me feel like I was still some bratty kid who couldn’t get her life together. But after tonight, I didn’t have much of a choice. Bryan’s shouting, the way his face twisted when I told him I wasn’t coming back inside–my stomach twisted just thinking about it.

“You love the attention, don’t you? Dressed like that, showing everything off,” he’d hissed, his voice venomous. “You can’t just be normal. You’ve got to always show off your tits.”

Normal. I hated that word. I crossed my arms tighter around myself, feeling the fabric of my top cling to my skin, and let the tears that had been building finally spill.

Mike’s truck pulled up, headlights cutting through the rain. The old engine sputtered as he parked at the curb. He rolled the window down, leaning over to squint at me.

“What the hell, Lily? You look like a drowned cat,” he said, his voice sharp but not unkind.

“Good to see you too, Mike,” I shot back, brushing my damp hair out of my face. I slid into the passenger seat, shivering as I closed the door behind me. His truck smelled like leather and the faint remnants of whatever fast food he’d inhaled earlier. The heater groaned to life, blowing out lukewarm air.

Mike glanced at me, his eyes flicking downward for half a second. I knew what he was seeing–the way the rain had plastered the satin against me, how the neckline barely clung to modesty. His brow furrowed, but he didn’t say anything. Thank God.

“Seatbelt,” he said gruffly, pulling the truck back onto the road.

I buckled in, staring straight ahead, my fingers clenched in my lap. Neither of us spoke for a while, the only sound the steady slap of the windshield wipers. Outside, the rain came down harder, blurring the world into streaks of grey.

Finally, Mike broke the silence. “Was it him?”

I swallowed, my throat tight. “Yeah.”

“What happened?”

I hesitated. My eyes darted to his hands on the wheel, his knuckles pale from gripping it so tightly. “He just… He gets mad when I wear stuff like this,” I admitted, my voice trembling. “Says it makes me look cheap.”

Mike’s jaw twitched. “What an asshole.”

A bitter laugh slipped out before I could stop it. “Right? I mean, it’s just a top. It’s not like I’m walking around naked. I don’t understand why it’s such a big deal.”

Mike’s eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, and I could feel his gaze lingering on me like he was trying to piece me together. I tugged the neckline of my top higher out of reflex, though it didn’t do much. The fabric was already damp, clinging to the curves of my chest, my shoulders bare except for the delicate straps.

“He’s insecure,” Mike said finally. His voice was low, almost thoughtful. “Doesn’t mean he gets to take it out on you.”

I blinked at him, caught off guard. That was… almost nice. I didn’t reply, but a warmth spread in my chest, even if my arms were still wrapped tightly around me.

The rain turned into a full-blown storm as we left the city lights behind. The road was darker here, winding through stretches of dense trees that swayed violently in the wind. The truck rocked slightly with every gust, and the wipers struggled to keep up with the downpour.

“This is getting bad,” I said softly, gripping the door handle as the truck skidded slightly on a curve.

“No shit,” Mike muttered. He leaned forward, squinting through the rain. “We’re not gonna make it home.”

“What?” I turned to him, panic lacing my voice.

“There’s a motel up ahead,” he said, his tone clipped. “We’ll wait it out.”

A crooked sign for a roadside motel came into view, its vacancy light barely visible through the sheets of rain. Mike pulled into the lot and parked under the overhang by the office. The storm howled around us, rattling the truck. Neither of us moved right away.

“You coming in, or are you sleeping out here?” Mike asked, glancing at me.

I rolled my eyes but followed him out into the rain. By the time we reached the motel door, we were soaked all over again. The motel smelled like old carpet and mildew, and the fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. Mike slapped some money on the counter, and the guy behind the desk handed him a key without so much as looking up.

The room was small, with a single bed and a chair that looked like it hadn’t been comfortable since the ’90s. The heater groaned as Mike cranked it on, filling the room with lukewarm air. He tossed his keys on the nightstand.

“We can’t sleep in these clothes, we are soaking to the bone,” I said, looking like a drowned rat.

“Yeah, well, we didn’t really plan to be here, did we?” he shot back, smirking as he leaned further into the chair. His tone was casual, but his eyes flicked over me again, lingering for half a second before he looked away. I felt my cheeks heat, whether from the observation or the fact that he wasn’t wrong–I really did look like a drowned rat. The black satin of my top clung to me, revealing every curve and dip, while my jeans had become a second, miserably cold layer of skin.

“Seriously, though,” I said, tugging at the hem of my top and frowning at how useless it was. “What are we supposed to do? I’m not sleeping in this. What do I have to sleep in my bloody birthday suit, do I?”

“It isn’t that bad, Lily,” Mike leaned back in the chair, his arms draped lazily over the armrests, that trademark smirk of his etched firmly across his face. “It’s just water. You’ll survive.”

I rolled my eyes so hard I half-expected them to get stuck. “Just water? My jeans feel like they’re glued to my legs, and this top–” I tugged at the clinging fabric, which refused to budge “–might as well be painted on. You want me to just curl up like this and call it a night?”

His smirk widened, and he crossed one leg over the other, staring at my neckline. “Could be worse. At least you’re wearing something.” He shot me a cheeky glance, raising an eyebrow.

“What are you looking at?” I snapped, narrowing my eyes at him.

Mike raised both hands in mock surrender, though the smirk on his face didn’t budge an inch. “Relax, Lil. Just making sure you’re still alive under all that wet fabric. You look like you might dissolve at any second.”

I huffed, folding my arms across my chest. “Real funny. How about you try being soaked to the bone and see how cheerful you feel?”

He tilted his head, his expression softening just slightly. “Fair point. But you could’ve packed a jacket or something, you know.”

I glared at him, feeling the heat rising in my face again. “I didn’t exactly plan on ending my night at a roadside motel with you, Mike. Besides, I didn’t have time to grab anything while Bryan was losing his mind over my ‘attention-seeking tits,’ as he so kindly put it.”

Mike’s jaw tightened, his smirk vanishing. “He said that?” His tone had dropped, low and sharp like a blade.

“Yeah,” I said, trying to sound casual, though the words still stung. “He’s been like that for a while. Every time I wear something he doesn’t like, it’s the same argument.”

Mike leaned forward in the chair, his elbows resting on his knees. “Lily, that’s not normal. That’s not okay.”

I shrugged, brushing a stray strand of damp hair from my face. “What do you want me to do, Mike? Just magically make him not an asshole?”

“No,” he said firmly, his eyes locking on mine. “I want you to stop letting him make you feel like shit for being yourself. By the way, I think your tits look great. Ignore that weirdo. Who cares if you show them off, you’re a woman who can do what she bloody hell wants.”

I stared at him, my mouth hanging open. “Did you really just say that?”

Mike shrugged, leaning back in the chair like he hadn’t just dropped a bomb. “Yeah, I said it. What? You needed to hear it.”

My face went hot, a mix of surprise and embarrassment. “Mike, you can’t just… talk about my tits like that.”

He smirked, but his voice was steady. “Why not? They’re yours. And if you want to show them off, who cares? Bryan’s the one with the problem, not you.”

I blinked, still stunned. “You’re serious right now?”

“Dead serious.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “You’re my sister, and I’m not gonna sit here and let you beat yourself up because some insecure jerk can’t handle you wearing what you like. You’re allowed to dress how you want. Hell, you should.”

His words hit me harder than I expected. It wasn’t just what he said–it was the way he said it, like it was so obvious it shouldn’t even be a question. I bit my lip, trying to fight back the weird lump rising in my throat.

“Thanks,” I said quietly, looking down at my hands.

“Don’t mention it,” he said, leaning back again, that smirk creeping back onto his face. “Now, are you gonna figure out what you’re wearing to bed, or are we still talking about the birthday suit?”

Just then, there was a knock on the door. I went to answer it, and it was a woman in her nightie, folding her arms. She looked mad at first until she saw me soaking wet.

The woman gave me a once-over, her annoyance softening into concern. She stood there with one hand on her hip, the other holding her door open just a crack behind her. Her pink nightie was thin, her hair loose and slightly messy, like she’d been trying to sleep but hadn’t quite made it.

“I was coming to ask you to keep the noise down,” she said, her tone sharp at first. Then her eyes moved over me again–my soaked black satin top clinging to me like a second skin, the damp jeans sticking to my legs. Her expression softened. “But, love, you’re soaked to the bone. You don’t have dry clothes to change into?”

I gave her a sheepish shrug, clutching the blanket tighter around myself. “Uh… not really. We didn’t exactly plan on being here tonight. It’s kind of a long story.”

The woman’s lips pressed together in sympathy, her irritation completely melting away. “Bless you,” she said. “You’ll catch your death like that.”

From behind me, Mike’s voice broke in, as unhelpful as ever. “She’s too busy complaining about the storm and threatening to sleep naked.”

I spun around, glaring at him. “Mike!”

He leaned back in his chair with a shit-eating grin. “What? Just trying to help explain the situation.”

“Haha, husbands right,” she laughed off.

“He’s n…” I didn’t get a chance to explain that he was not my hubby, as she cut me off.

“Listen, I can lend you one of my nighties. I have a few, but they are a bit short if that is ok.” She smiled warmly, her earlier irritation completely replaced by kindness. “I mean, it’s better than catching a cold in that,” she added, nodding at my soaked top and jeans.

I blinked, unsure how to respond. A nightie? A short one? I glanced over my shoulder at Mike, who was now grinning like a kid who’d just heard the funniest joke ever.

“Uh, that’s really nice of you,” I started, fumbling for words. “But I don’t want to trouble you.”

“Nonsense, love,” she said, waving a hand dismissively. “It’s no trouble at all. Wait here, I’ll grab one for you.”

Before I could say anything else, she’d disappeared back into her room. The door clicked shut, leaving me standing in the doorway, awkward and freezing. I turned to Mike, narrowing my eyes.

“Not a word,” I warned him.

He leaned forward in the chair, resting his elbows on his knees. “Oh, come on, Lil. This night just keeps getting better and better.”

She came back with a neatly folded nightie in soft pink fabric, decorated with little lace trims along the neckline and hem. It looked like something meant for lounging on a warm summer evening, not surviving a stormy night. In her other hand, she held a small towel.

“Here you go,” she said with a warm smile, handing them to me. “It’s not much, but it’s dry and comfy.”

“Thank you,” I said, taking the clothes and towel, my cheeks heating. The nightie was, as she warned, short–barely thigh-length–but right now, I didn’t care. It beat being stuck in my soggy satin top and jeans.

“No trouble at all,” she said, waving me off. Her eyes flicked to Mike, who was watching the whole exchange with poorly concealed amusement. “You make sure she warms up, alright? or give her a good warming up.”

“We are not…” I tried to tell her we are not together, but she ignored me and cut me off.

“You can keep it, have a good night, love birds,” she said as she went back into her room.

“Oh my god, Mike, I can’t wear this, it’s way too short,” I held up the pink nightie, feeling my face flush as I realised just how little fabric there was. The lace trim and delicate straps made it look more like something you’d wear on a honeymoon, not a night stranded in a roadside motel with your brother.

Mike, of course, was having the time of his life. He leaned back in the chair, his arms crossed, and grinned like he’d just won the lottery. “What’s the problem, Lil? It’s cute. Really brings out your… personality.”

I glared at him, clutching the nightie against my chest. “Mike, this barely covers anything. It’s practically lingerie.”

“So? Better than freezing, right?” He shrugged, his grin never faltering. “Plus, that nice lady seems to think we’re married, so it’s not like you’ve got anyone else to impress.”

I groaned, my face burning. “I am not married to you, and this isn’t funny.”

“It’s a little funny,” he said, holding his thumb and forefinger an inch apart.

I stomped toward the bathroom, muttering under my breath.

In the bathroom, I peeled off every item I had on. I was so cold that my hands were shaking as I grabbed the towel from the side. The chill in the air made me shiver, and I wrapped the towel around myself, drying off as best as I could. The damp clothes on the floor looked pathetic with my underwear, like a soggy reminder of the night so far.

I slipped it on, feeling the thin fabric settle over my skin. She wasn’t kidding when she said it was short–it barely brushed the tops of my thighs. I tugged at the hem, but it didn’t help much. I had nothing on underneath, so I had to be careful in front of Mike; this was embarrassing, to say the least.

With a sigh, I opened the bathroom door and stepped out.

Mike was still sprawled out in the chair, his feet propped up on the bed frame. His eyes flicked to me, and his smirk grew instantly. “Wow, Lil. That’s… something.”

I glared at him, wrapping the blanket from the bed tightly around myself. “Say one more word, and I’m kicking you out in the rain.”

He held up his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, I’m just saying. You could totally pull that look off.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, clutching the blanket tighter. “Pull it off? Are you kidding me, Mike? I look like I’m ready for a slumber party in a rom-com.”

He chuckled, clearly enjoying my discomfort. “Exactly. All you’re missing is a pillow fight and some popcorn.”

I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. “You’re impossible.”

The storm outside howled louder, the wind rattling the thin windows of the motel room. I moved to sit on the edge of the bed, careful to keep the blanket wrapped tightly around me. The fabric of the nightie was soft, but every time I shifted, I felt a rush of self-consciousness. I tugged at the hem again, even though I knew it wasn’t going to magically grow an extra few inches.

Mike watched me, a glint of amusement still in his eyes, but his tone softened. “Hey, you’re dry now. That’s what matters. Besides…” He leaned back, propping his hands behind his head. “You’ve had worse nights, right?”

I exhaled, my shoulders sagging a little. “I guess.” He wasn’t wrong. Compared to some of the fights Bryan and I had gotten into, sitting in a questionable motel with my smart-ass brother and a too-short nightie didn’t seem so bad.

“See? Perspective.” Mike grinned. “Now, are we flipping a coin for the bed, or are you gonna share like a decent sibling?”

I sighed as I bent over the bed, the nightie rode up to pull back the covers to get in as I looked over my shoulder and caught him staring at me, “FINE, we can share.”

“Damn,” oh no, I went red, embarrassed.

Mike’s muttered “Damn” hung in the air like a slap, and I froze mid-motion, the blanket half-pulled back. My face went crimson, heat radiating from my cheeks all the way to my ears. Slowly, I turned to glare at him, eyes narrowed.

“Excuse me?” My voice was sharp, cutting through the sound of the rain pounding against the window.

He sat up straighter in the chair, looking like a kid caught sneaking cookies before dinner. “I–uh–it slipped out,” he said quickly, holding up his hands. His face was red too, though his smirk was threatening to make a comeback. “You’re the one bending over in that thing, not me. Where is your… underwear bloody hell.”

“They are soaking in the bathroom. I am not wearing them wet, just please unsee what you saw.” I was so embarrassed as I got into bed quietly, as he was getting down to his boxers and getting ready for bed.

The air in the motel room felt thicker than the storm outside as I pulled the blanket tightly around myself, trying to hide from my own embarrassment. Mike shuffled around, clearly trying to get comfortable as he unbuckled his belt, tossing his damp jeans over the back of the chair.

“Really? You’re just gonna strip down right here?” I mumbled, my voice muffled from under the blanket. I refused to look at him.

“Well, yeah,” he replied casually as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “I’m not sleeping in wet clothes. Or would you rather I sleep naked?”

I shot up from the bed, my face burning again. “Don’t even joke about that, Mike. Just hurry up.”

Mike chuckled, clearly enjoying my embarrassment as he tugged his damp shirt over his head, leaving him in just his boxers. He tossed the shirt onto the chair with his jeans and turned to face me, arms crossed, showing off his muscles.

“Well, Lil, you’re lucky I’ve got some decency,” he teased, the corner of his mouth quirking up. “Though I gotta say, this isn’t exactly how I pictured spending my Friday night.”

“Yeah, well, neither did I,” I shot back, huddling deeper under the blanket. “Can you please stop talking and just get in bed? The sooner we sleep, the sooner this nightmare ends. What’s that wet on my thigh?”

“My boxers are soaked from the rain,” he cut me off, smirking like he was enjoying every second of my misery. “Relax, it’s just water. Don’t go freaking out on me.”

I glared at him, pulling the blanket tighter around me, trying not to notice the way his smirk made his dimple deepen. “Well, maybe you should’ve left them on the chair with the rest of your wet clothes.”

Mike raised an eyebrow, leaning casually against the wall. “What, and sleep in nothing? I think you’d complain even more about that.”

“Well, there wet,” I snapped, cutting him off, my face burning with frustration.

He moved about, then reached under the blanket and threw something. I looked at the floor, it was his boxers.

“Jesus Mike, what the…” I said as he cut me off.

Mike cut me off, holding up his hands in mock defence, his smirk now bordering on a full-on grin. “Relax, Lil. They were soaked anyway, and you were the one complaining about them being wet. Problem solved.”

I stared at him, wide-eyed and utterly speechless. “You’re kidding me right now,” I finally managed, my voice caught somewhere between outrage and disbelief.

He shrugged, casually climbing under the blanket on his side of the bed like nothing had happened. “What? You wanted me to leave them on? I thought we were being practical here. No one is asking you to look under the blanket, just relax.”

I buried my face in my hands, groaning into them. “This is not practical, Mike! This is ridiculous! Why are you like this? Oh my… don’t get too close, eww, it just touched my thigh.”

Mike froze, his smirk fading into mock seriousness as he peeked out from under the blanket. “Wait, what? What touched your thigh?”

“You know what, Mike! I swear–if you don’t scoot over, I’m kicking you out of this bed and the motel.” My voice pitched higher, half-frantic, as I tried to wriggle as far away from him as the small bed would allow.

Mike burst into laughter, leaning his head back against the pillow. “Relax, Lil. It’s just my leg. Don’t be so dramatic!”

“No, that wasn’t your leg, not that small,” I chuckled, knowing it would trigger him.

“Small, it’s not small, cheeky,” Mike’s laughter cut off abruptly, his mouth dropping open in mock offence. He propped himself up on one elbow, narrowing his eyes at me with a dramatic gasp. “Not small? Oh, now you’ve done it, Lil. I’ll have you know–“

“Don’t even start!” I interrupted, pointing a finger at him, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably. The absurdity of the whole situation had me half-laughing, half-horrified. “This is not a conversation we’re having. Just–stay on your side of the bed and keep your not-small self over there.”

“It is not small,” he crossed his arms over his chest, sitting up straighter as if trying to defend his honour. “You take that back, Lil. You don’t get to slander me like that in a tiny motel bed, of all places.”

I couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out of me, my face buried into the pillow as I tried to muffle it. “Oh my God, Mike, you’re ridiculous! It’s not that serious!”

“Oh, it’s serious,” he said, his voice dripping with faux gravity. “You’ve insulted my dignity. I demand an apology.”

I rolled onto my side, still laughing, and peeked at him from beneath the blanket. His mock indignation was made even funnier by the fact that he was sitting there shirtless, his hair slightly mussed, looking like a mix between an annoyed big brother and a sitcom character.

“Fine,” I said, holding up my hands in surrender. “I apologise, Mike. You are not small.”

He arched a brow, his lips twitching as though he was trying to hold back a grin. “Say it like you mean it.”

I threw a pillow at him. “Don’t push your luck!”

He then started tickling me, “Stop it… haha, don’t get that too close to me… haha I am ticklish, stop it.”

Mike lunged forward, his fingers darting to my sides like a sneaky assassin on a mission to make me lose my mind. “Oh, now you’re done for, Lil!” he declared with a devilish grin.

“Mike! No!” I screeched, trying to wriggle away from his relentless tickling. “Stop it! I mean it! Haha–don’t–oh my God–stop!”

But he was relentless, his hands finding every ticklish spot on my ribs and sides. I squirmed under the blanket, kicking my legs and laughing uncontrollably as he continued his assault. The bed rocked beneath us, and I nearly rolled off the edge trying to escape.

“Mike, you jerk! I’m going to–haha–kick you out–stop it, seriously!” My words came out between gasping laughs, my face red from both embarrassment and the sheer absurdity of the situation.

“Not until you take it back!” he teased, grinning like he was having the time of his life. He was laid on me with my wrists pinned to above my head.

“I won’t take it back,” I glared up at him, still laughing but trying to look serious, which was almost impossible with his stupid, smug face inches from mine. “I won’t take it back, Mike! You can’t make me!”

His grin widened. “Oh, you’re asking for it now, Lil. You realise that, right?”

“Do your worst,” I shot back, my voice defiant even though I was still breathless from laughing.

Without hesitation, he leaned down and doubled his efforts, his fingers dancing along my ribs and sides with merciless precision. I squirmed under him, trying to buck him off, but he had the advantage. His knees pinned the blanket down on either side of me, and his hands held my wrists firmly above my head.

“Okay! Okay! I give up!” I gasped between fits of laughter. “You’re not small! You’re huge! A giant! Are you happy now?”

He froze, arching a brow. “Hmm, I don’t know… Do I believe you? Let me think…”

“Well, you are the excited one, I can feel it against my belly. You are big now, let me go.” I said as my heart raced.

“I might not let you go,” his body pressed against mine.

“Mike!” I exclaimed, a mix of laughter and embarrassment bubbling out of me as I tried to wriggle free. “Let me go right now, or I swear–“

“Or what?” he teased, leaning in closer, his grin downright devilish. “You’ll insult me again? Call me small? Nah, Lil, I think I need to hear a proper apology this time.”

I glared up at him, though the effect was probably ruined by the fact that I was still breathless and laughing like a lunatic. “Fine, I’m sorry, okay? You’re the biggest, most obnoxious big brother ever. Happy?”

He raised an eyebrow, his grip on my wrists loosening slightly but not letting go. “Hmm, it’s a start. But I think you can do better.”

“Mike, I’m serious!” I squirmed again, trying to get free, but his weight held me in place. “You’re so annoying! Why do you have to be like this?”

He smirked, tilting his head in mock thought. “Because it’s fun, Lil. And because I know it drives you crazy.”

“Well, mission accomplished, gross it’s hard and pressing against my… just stop now,” I muttered, still squirming as I tried to ignore the awkward closeness between us. “Now let me up before I–“

“Before you what?” Mike teased, his voice dropping to that infuriating tone he used when he knew he had the upper hand. His smirk grew wider, and I could feel my face burning hotter by the second.

“Before I kick your ass!” I snapped, though the effect was somewhat ruined by how breathless I sounded. I tried to wiggle free, but all it did was press me closer to him, and I froze instantly. He freed one of my hands, and he brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. I just stared at him.

“Careful how you move,” I said as I felt his cock get even harder as it was nudging at my pussy. “This is weird, you are naked, and on top of your sister. Which I have no knickers on.”

“I shouldn’t say this, but I am so tempted to ram it up that fanny of yours.” I was shocked at what he just said.

“MIKE, what the…” he cut me off, leaning forward and started kissing my neck.

“I so want to shag you right now,” he moaned as he went back to slowly kissing my neck.

“Mike, we can’t,” I whispered, my voice caught between a plea and a sigh as his lips traced the line of my jaw. I could feel his dick as it kept probing my pussy like it had a mind of its own. “This is wrong, you know it is, mmmm.”

“Lily,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, his lips brushing my ear. “We’re not kids anymore, and this…” He nuzzled closer, his hips moving so his cock nudged the sensitive slit of my bare fanny, the tip teasingly parting my slick folds, “It’s obvious we both want this.”

I couldn’t help but let out a needy moan, my body arching into him despite my better judgment. His cock was a hot, throbbing promise.

“Mike, but… incest,” I whispered, the word sounding hollow even to my ears. He paused, his eyes locking with mine, intense with longing. “I know. That is what makes this even hotter.”

I gasped as he slowly started to feed my fanny his cock, “Ummm.”

“Ah fuck Lil, ahh god,” he moaned as he started to move in and out of me.

“Oh my god, Mike,” I whimpered, “don’t stop…” He pulled it out slightly, letting the head of his cock tease my entrance before slamming it roughly back in, a low, rough grunt escaping him. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Lil,” he grunted, his voice thick with lust. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper, the nightie riding up to my waist as his movements grew more urgent.

“Ummm…. Ummm, harder, oh Mike,” I moaned as he lifted my nightie just over my tits as he leaned down. He took a nipple into his mouth as his ass lifted up and down, pounding my fanny.

My back arched as Mike’s tongue traced circles around my nipple, his lips sucking hard, sending shivers down my spine. He teased mercilessly, flicking with his tongue before gently biting. My fingers threaded through his hair, gripping tightly as he drove into me, the heat of his cock filling me in ways that had nothing to do with the chill outside.

“Harder…” I pleaded, my voice hitching with every thrust, the sensation of his cock stretching me, claiming me, was overwhelming. Mike obliged, his pace picking up–each thrust deliberate, pushing deep into my slick, tight fanny. The wet squelch of our joining echoed in the small room, accompanied by my desperate, filthy noises.

“Yes, just like that,” I gasped as he nipped at my other nipple, his hips snapping against mine with a rhythm that had me clinging to the edge of climax. The nightie was bunched up around my waist, forgotten, as my tits bounced with the force of his movements, nipples hard and aching for more of his attention.

“Ohh God…right there… You feel so good,” I moaned, head thrown back, lost in the sensation of his thick length pounding me, the base of his cock rubbing against my clit with each powerful stroke. His hips rolled, then slammed into me, hitting that sweet spot that had me seeing stars.

“Ungh, ah yes,” Mike grunted, his own pleasure evident in the way his cock pulsed inside me, his breath hot against my skin.

The storm raged on, but inside, our world narrowed to this bed, to the sound of his skin slapping against mine, to the way my fanny gripped his cock with each withdrawal, sucking him back in with eager desperation.

“Faster! Yes!” I cried out, the words tumbling from my lips in a needy chant as he picked up speed. The coil of need in my belly tightened, ready to snap. His fingers found my clit, circling in time with his thrusts, making me cry out.

“You feel… so good, so is it still small sis,” he panted as he kept on pounding away like I was some piece of meat. He repositioned me so he put my legs above my head and pinned me down by the back of my thighs. He really started to go to town on me, pounding my poor fanny.

“Ungh, yes… Mmm… don’t stop…yes, there… ohhh…” I moaned, my eyes rolling back as Mike slammed into me mercilessly, hitting depths that had me seeing stars.

His fingers dug into my thighs, holding me in place as he drove into me at a relentless pace, my fanny making obscene, wet sounds as he fucked me hard and fast. Sweat glistened on his skin, his hair a tousled mess, all traces of the stubborn, awkward boy I knew gone. In his place was a man possessed, and oh wow, he knew how to fuck.

The headboard slammed against the wall, punctuating our desperate moans. He angled his hips, making sure to grind against my clit with every stroke.

“Ahhh… ahhhh, Mi-Mike… oh yes,” I reached around and gripped his ass cheeks as he just kept going at it… at me. Like some fucking machine.

“Give it to me… harder… oh fuck,” I groaned, my voice a blend of command and desperation, my tits bouncing with the force of his movements, nipples painfully hard and sensitive to the cool air of the room. Mike’s eyes locked onto mine, dark with lust, and he obliged with a powerful slam that had me screaming out.

“Harder… yes, give me that dick, oh fuck,” I begged, my voice a husky whisper mingling with the sounds of the storm.

His cock stretched me, filled me so completely, each plunge into my slick, tight fanny sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. I could feel him throbbing, pulsing inside me, his own moans mixing with the squelch of my wetness as he fucked me relentlessly.

“Ungh, your fanny… so fucking good,” he growled, the words low, primal praise that made me squirm beneath him, urging him on with my hips. With every pump, the head of his cock nudged deep inside me, hitting that spot.

“M-Mike… Ahh, fuck am cumin,” I moaned as he drilled me harder with his hand, furiously rubbing my clit.

The bed started squeaking, his cock pounded away, “Argh fuck, I think I will be cumin soon too, jeez fuck…”

“Fuck, Lil…Cum for me, now,” he growled, his voice a hoarse demand as he hammered into my fanny with an intensity that bordered on punishment and pleasure. His fingers on my clit were merciless, circling, pressing, driving me to the edge with every stroke.

My body tensed, coiled tight like a spring about to snap. “Yes, yes, oh God Mike…I’m… I’m cumming!” And with that, I came, my fanny clenching around his cock.

Mike’s rhythm faltered, his face a picture of strained ecstasy. “Fuck, Lil… I’m cumming too!” he groaned, his cock throbbing violently inside me as he came hard, shooting thick spurts of spunk. He leaned down while still firing cum inside me and started to kiss my lips as he kept on cumin.

As Mike’s lips met mine in a deep, searing kiss, the intensity of our climax mingled, his cock pulsing deeply within me, spilling his hot, explosive release. His cum fills my fanny to the brim, the sensation intimate and overwhelming.

He finally broke the kiss, both of us panting, our chests heaving in sync. His eyes searched mine, a mix of lust and guilt flickering through them before settling on something softer, more vulnerable.

“Lily, that… I never meant to… But you felt so bloody good,” he whispered, his voice a rough murmur against my ear. He slid his cock out of me as he was still getting his breath back.

“Oh god, Mike, wow.” What turned out to be a night of me arguing with my boyfriend led us here. Getting fucked by Mike, my brother.

“Lily…” he started, brushing his thumb over my cheek, “I can’t… I didn’t plan on–” “Shh,” I murmured, placing a finger to his lips, my heart still racing. “We’re here now, and it–it was…” I couldn’t find the words.

I swallowed hard. “We’re siblings, Mike. It’s wrong, but…” I couldn’t deny the pull, the allure of his closeness, the way my body still craved his. “We just… can’t tell anyone. Ever.”

His gaze softened, accepting the unspoken gravity of our pact. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” He tightened his arms around me, pulling my back against his chest, his breath warm on my neck. “You’re my sister, but this–“

“Don’t,” I whispered, cutting him off before turning to face away on my side. “We don’t need to dissect it. Not now. Let’s get some sleep, you think you can keep your hormones in check.”

“I’ll try my best, Lil,” he murmured, as he let his arm fall over my waist and he spooned me. I felt his limp cock press against my ass.

“Good night, Mike, oh and thank you for getting me tonight and giving me a good seeing too.” I giggled as I closed my eyes.

Mike’s arm was a steady weight across my waist, his breathing even as he drifted off to sleep, spooned behind me with his softening cock nestled between my cheeks.

“Good night, Lil, oh, and you are welcome any time,” he sighed with relief.