edited by BrettJ -- Thank you!
They had arrived at the cabin just as the wind started to howl. If there had been any further delays driving out of Baltimore, they would have been caught in the storm. Summer storms like this were not uncommon and Jenny enjoyed watching the lightning shows and hearing the thunder crash. The howling wind, however, she hated. It brought up horrible memories of the tornado her family had been caught in when she was twelve.
"Run, Sis. Run!" Sam yelled as the rain started its downpour. They both scrambled out of the Jeep and ran towards the cabin. Thankfully, the wrap around front porch had an awning over the front half of the cabin, so they weren't rained on as Sam unlocked the door.
However, the short trip from the Jeep to the porch had left both Jenny and Sam looking like drowned rats. Jenny breathed a heavy sigh as she plopped down at the kitchen table. Sam's black hair took on an ebony sheen as the rain dripped from his head. His long legs took him to the bathroom linen closest in just a few strides. He pulled out a towel for each of them to dry off. Jenny had always thought her older brother was handsome, but after he toweled off his hair and face, he looked roguishly sexy.
Sam was wearing his work cowboy boots with dark blue jeans and a white tee shirt. The rain had soaked the shirt and Jenny could see his nipples protruding from the cold rain. He stripped off his tee shirt and Jenny gasped. His chest was perfect for a Soloflex ad.
Sam heard her gasp and whipped his head around to look at her. "What?!"
Jenny flushed lightly and thought quickly. Wouldn't be good to have her brother knowing her sexual fantasies of him. "I'm just appalled by all this dust in here." She ran a finger on the kitchen table to demonstrate.
He grinned. "Geez, Sis. Can't you take a break just for three days?" He continued his ministrations and dried off his chest and back. Jenny owned and operated a cleaning service out of Baltimore. Of course she would want the place clean. "The cabin's been closed up since last October," Sam continued. "It's no wonder there is an inch of dust everywhere."
"Well," she said quickly as she hopped out of her chair. "I'd better get to it then. Mom and Dad will be here soon."
He stopped her by placing a hand on her arm and looking down into her deep blue eyes. Her breathing stopped. Goodness, he was gorgeous. "Not until you get out of those wet clothes." She still couldn't breathe as his warm brown eyes penetrated hers. She licked her lips delicately and as her pink tongue darted out, his eyes narrowed slightly.
She drug her gaze away from his and headed towards the stairs. "I will see what I can find, Sam."
Sam watched his little sister walk up the stairs. He noticed now the way her wet jean shorts hugged her ass. Her hips were swaying as she mounted the steps.
What had been in her eyes?
For a very brief instant he thought it had been desire. When her tongue had slipped out to lick her lips, he'd felt his cock twitch in response.
Oh, that would not do,
he thought.
I cannot be having lustful thoughts about my little sister, for Christ's sake
Sam tried to think of his sister when she was younger. She'd been a skinny tomboy with light red hair, almost always in long braids. He'd called her "Pippy" in elementary school until she socked him in the nose once. He chuckled to himself at the memory and continued drying off. His erection subsided at the vision of his sister, angry as a wet hen, her long braids flying, when she'd punched him. He'd deserved it.
He followed her up the stairs a few moments later and went into his own room. Each family member had several changes of clothes at the cabin. He opened a drawer and pulled out a clean, dry pair of jeans and another tee shirt. He stripped out of the wet jeans and slipped on the others. He normally went commando in the summer, wearing no underwear at all. As he tucked his cock into his jeans and zipped them up, he recalled the spark in his sister's clear blue eyes.
Oh hell!
Another twitch and his jeans were bulging at the zipper. He decided to change his choice in shirts. He needed a longer tee shirt rather than the tight light blue one he'd originally pulled out of the drawer. Sam worked out daily and he liked showing off his muscles, but not to his little sister. He dug out a dark blue, longer shirt. It was his high school baseball jersey. He slipped it on over his shoulders and it hung a few inches below his beltline. Not long enough to cover his bulge but it would have to do.
Sam climbed down the stairs and stopped at the landing to watch his sister starting to clean the cabin. It was just big enough for the family of four with three bedrooms upstairs and a full bath. The den and eat-in kitchen were in one large open room with the half bath off in the corner. The rustic, but relaxing look and feel of the cabin helped Sam to ease the pressures of his workweek. His sister had started cleaning in the kitchen, wiping down all the countertops and table, and had moved into the living room with the dust cloth.
Jenny's wet hair had been braided again, but this time one single thick auburn braid hung down her back. She had on a long-sleeved green flannel shirt. She'd rolled up the sleeves so that they wouldn't get in the way of her cleaning. It was long enough to cover her ass completely and Sam believed it actually belonged to their father. Her shorts were completely covered with the long shirt, and she was barefoot. Her long legs were peaking out from under the shirt and Sam could tell that his little sister worked out too. He started down the stairs and was halfway down when Jenny stood on her tiptoes to dust off a higher shelf on the entertainment center. Sam had a clear view of her ass then and she wasn't wearing any shorts! He could see white lace panties peeking out from under the shirt.
He cleared his throat and got her attention. She turned around to face him and the flannel shirt's top two buttons were undone. Her cleavage was nearly showing! "I thought you went upstairs to get
dressed
," he said.
She blushed and answered defensively. "I had forgotten that last fall I took all of my clothes home. Some I took to Goodwill and others I just threw out. The clothes I had planned on replacing them with are still out in the Jeep." He sighed, but she continued. "I couldn't run around here naked, Sam, so I borrowed one of Daddy's shirts."
No, she definitely can't run around here naked,
he thought.
Down boy!
he yelled internally to his cock.
