It was the morning after Randi Druitt seduced her kid brother. As a winter storm continued outside, she lay beside him in his bed, warm, content and sound asleep. As was often the case, her dreams were about sex. But these focused on the sex she'd enjoyed the night before with her brother. Sex in his bed, sex in the shower, sex in the den, then maybe some more sex back in his bed. That last part was a little fuzzy. But like all the rest, very nice.
It would have been a perfect fit for her dreams if she'd woken to the feel of Jim's lean hard body slipping between her legs and then his stiff cock sliding into her pussy. She wouldn't have minded if he'd rather have eaten her out for breakfast. Just waking up cuddled together, with all the possibilities of that position, would have been okay with her.
But none of that happened. Instead, Randi woke to the jarring sound of an alarm clock going off beside her head on the nightstand and someone pushing down on her nose. Jim, still half-asleep and on the other, the wrong, side of his bed, was trying to turn the alarm off.
"What the—. Jim, stop it. Stop, damn it!" The pokes on her nose did stop, but then started again. In self-defense, Randi rolled over to reach for the clock, and fell out of bed. As she half-sat, half-lay on the small throw rug beside the bed, it occurred to her that Doris Day never woke up that way in the movies.
The alarm clock stopped ringing. She looked up to see her brother, with one hand still on the clock, looking down at her. There was a big grin on his sleepy face. "Jim Druitt, if you say one thing, I'll punch you. Now give me a hand up. It's cold down here."
Once she was back under the covers, they spooned together with Jim's warm chest and hips pressed against her chilly back and bottom. "This is much more better," she said, mimicking one of their childhood sayings while snuggling closer. "But tonight, let's switch sides of the bed, okay? I'd hate to wake up with a bloody nose."
"Sorry about that. Is all your vital equipment still in working order?" He punctuated his question by pulling Randi closer and pushing his stiff cock against her bottom.
She wiggled against the gentle pressure. "Well, a little TLC back there wouldn't hurt."
"You wouldn't say that if you knew how bad I needed to pee."
"Believe me, it couldn't be any worse than you need to brush your teeth. But first things first." She raised one leg slightly while pushing backward and was rewarded with the feel of a cockhead shoving up against the opening to her pussy. A moment later, with a thrust of Jim's hips, it slipped inside.
"Yes." That was all the encouragement Jim needed. He began pumping into her with short, shallow strokes. Each one seemed aimed right at her clit. Soon she was racing toward her first orgasm of the day.
"Oh. Oh. Oh, shit." The orgasm rippled through Randi as her body tingled with bliss. It was good. So good she hated to stop. "Jim, did you come?"
"Close, but no cigar."
"Let's try it doggie style, okay? Maybe that'll do the trick."
"Sounds good to me."
They quickly assumed the appropriate positions. Randi helped insure Jim's cockhead was snuggly in place. When he lunged forward and his cockhead rushed into the depths of her churning pussy. She let out a long, low moan of pure pleasure.
It was incredible. With each deep, pussy-filling thrust, Jim's balls slapped against her, multiplying the pleasure. He spread the cheeks of her ass wide then held on as he began pounding away with deep, savage thrusts. Each powerful stroke ended with animal-like grunts from them both. She pushed back, wanting to have every last bit of his cock crammed inside her body.
The orgasm took her by surprise. One moment she was shaking and grunting in rhythm with Jim's thrusts. The next she was gasping for breath as her entire body seemed to contract around his hard cock. There was one more violent thrust, then from somewhere she heard him let out a guttural noise. For just a moment his body shook, then everything was silent and motionless—everything except for the sound of their panting and throbbing convulsions where their two bodies were welded into one. Randi had no idea how long they remained in that position. Finally, s if on cue, they collapsed onto the bed.
They lay together, out of breath and sweating, trying regain their senses. Jim was lying on top of her, but Randi didn't mind his weight. It felt good. So did his dick as it gradually shrank and slipped out of her tingling pussy. "Baby brother, I don't know about you, but I think this beats the hell out of breakfast in bed."
Jim laughed, rolled off and got out of bed. "It also beats the hell out of my usual morning workout. Now excuse me while I go pee. Then we've got a store to open, you know, the family business."
"I thought this was family business," said Randi. He grinned and then disappeared down the hall.
The Jackson Junction General Store wasn't much larger than the average convenience store. But it managed to carry fresh meat and produce plus some hardware, gardening supplies, feed and seed, and an assortment of dry goods. They also sold ammo in addition to hunting and fishing licenses. The most important item however, was communication. Located near the town's small post office, the store served as the unofficial community center.
Much to Randi's dismay, business was steady most of the morning. There was a lull in the storm, but with the weather forecast calling for more snow and sleet along with falling temperatures, people were risking the icy roads to stock up in case they became frozen-in. It was almost noon before there was a break in the steady flow of customers.
Lunch consisted of soup and sandwiches which they ate together behind the front counter. Through the large, plate glass windows that lined the front wall they watched the sporadic snow flurries coating the empty parking lot and icy road. "Do you think business will pick back up this afternoon?" asked Randi as they cleaned up.
"I doubt it. Between the sign on the door, calling regular customers, and the usual Jackson Junction grapevine, most folks probably know we're closing at three. That may be why things were so busy this morning—that and the radio saying it's about to start getting bad again. There may be a few stragglers come dragging in, but the worst should be over."
"Well, I hope so. I was looking forward to us playing around here at the store."
"Who says we can't?" Before Randi could think of a suitably sarcastic remark about customers, Jim had her turned around so her back was to the front door. In what seemed like an instant, he had his hand inside her insulated warm-ups and was pushing paste the waistband of her panties.
The feel of his long fingers taking possession of her pussy set off shivers of pleasure and anticipation. It took all her will power to utter a very weak protest. "Jim, not here. What if customers come?"
