The rain hammered the tin roof of the old hunting cabin like it wanted to break through and drown us both. I stood there dripping, my shirt plastered to my chest, watching my sister peel her soaked jeans down her thick thighs. We were both adults now, far from the kids who used to fish these same creeks, but the storm had trapped us here overnight with no power and nothing but a single oil lamp throwing shadows across the room.
"Fuck, these are stuck," she muttered, yanking at the denim. Her ass flexed as she bent over, the wet cotton of her panties clinging to every curve. I felt my cock twitch hard against my zipper. We'd always been close, too close, the kind of closeness that made people in town whisper. Out here in the backwoods, though, nobody could see.
I stepped up behind her and grabbed the waistband. "Let me." My fingers brushed the bare skin above her hips. She didn't pull away. Instead she pushed back, grinding that round ass right against the bulge in my pants. "Been a long time since we shared a bed during a storm," she said, voice low and rough.
I ripped the jeans the rest of the way down. She kicked them off and turned, eyes dark. "You hard for me already?" Her hand went straight to my crotch, squeezing my thick cock through the wet fabric. "Yeah, you are. Always were the one who couldn't keep his eyes off me when we were teenagers."
I shoved her panties aside and slid two fingers straight into her slick pussy. She was soaked, not just from rain. "And you always got wet knowing I was watching," I growled, pumping her hard. She moaned, legs spreading, hips rocking down onto my hand. Her clit was swollen under my thumb.
We didn't bother with the bed. I spun her around, bent her over the rough wooden table, and freed my cock. It slapped heavy against her ass. She reached back, spread herself, and looked over her shoulder. "Put it in. Fuck your sister like you've been wanting to."
I drove in balls-deep in one thrust. Her tight cunt gripped me, hot and dripping. I grabbed her hips and pounded, the table creaking under us. Every slap of skin echoed off the cabin walls. She pushed back, taking every inch, dirty words spilling out. "Harder. Fuck me like you own this pussy. Been thinking about your cock for years."
I reached under and rubbed her clit in fast circles while I hammered her. She came quick, cunt pulsing around me, juices running down her thighs. I didn't stop. I flipped her onto her back on the table, hooked her legs over my shoulders, and slammed back inside. Her tits bounced with every thrust. I leaned down and sucked a nipple hard, biting just enough to make her cry out.
"Fill me up," she begged, nails digging into my back. "Come in your sister's cunt."
I lost it. I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, thick ropes of cum pumping deep while she milked me with aftershocks. We stayed locked together, panting, the rain still pounding outside.
Later, on the narrow bunk, she rode me slow and nasty, grinding her cream-filled pussy on my cock until we both came again. By morning the storm had passed, but we stayed another day, fucking on every surface, raw and filthy, no one around to judge what two consenting adults did in the backwoods.
