Thunderous Cravings: Siblings’ Forbidden Flames
Stuck in a storm-lashed beach bungalow, distant waves crashing like primal heartbeats. Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Jump to Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
Chapter 1: Salt Air and Simmering Glances
The coastal gale howled outside the weathered beach bungalow, whipping salt spray against the rattling windows. Alex slammed the creaky screen door behind him, shaking rain from his broad shoulders like a dog after a swim. At twenty-three, the tattooed mechanic’s muscles strained against his damp t-shirt, ink swirling across his chest like storm clouds. His sister Sophia trailed in, her wild auburn curls plastered to her neck, twenty-year-old curves hugged by a soaked sundress that clung in all the wrong—or right—places for family eyes.
Mom had dragged them here for “bonding,” her latest flame Marcus in tow. The boyfriend, a burly contractor with salt-and-pepper stubble, hauled the last cooler inside, grinning through the downpour. “Cozy setup, huh? Storm’s got us pinned like sardines.”
Rooms were scarce. Two baths, three bedrooms, five adults. Alex and Sophia drew the short straw: a cramped attic space with twin beds shoved against opposite walls, a single bulb swinging like a noose overhead. The air reeked of mildew and ocean brine, thunder rumbling distant threats.
Dinner was chaos. Grilled fish charred over a gas stove, wine flowing freely from Marcus’s stash. Laughter echoed sharp against the wind’s wail. Sophia, the free-spirited painter who ditched galleries for street art, sketched idly on a napkin, her full lips pursed in concentration. Alex shoveled food, his mind on the garage back home, grease under his nails he couldn’t quite scrub away.
As plates cleared, the storm intensified. Rain lashed the tin roof like frantic applause. Mom and Marcus vanished into their room early, murmurs fading into giggles. Alex and Sophia retreated upstairs, the stairs groaning under their weight.
He stripped to boxers, flopping onto his bed, phone in hand doom-scrolling engine mods. Sophia peeled off her dress in the corner, back turned—respectful, sorta. She slipped into an oversized tee that barely skimmed her thighs, no bra, nipples faintly outlined as she bent for her sketchpad. Round ass cheeks peeked, soft and inviting under pale cotton panties.
Silence stretched, broken only by lightning cracks. Then it came—a low, throaty groan seeping through the thin walls. Mom’s voice, husky and raw.
Sophia froze mid-sketch, hazel eyes flicking to Alex. He met her gaze, shrugged, heat creeping up his neck. Another moan, deeper, paired with Marcus’s guttural huff. Flesh on flesh, rhythmic slaps cutting through the storm.
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They stifled laughs at first, elbows nudging in shared embarrassment. “Think they forgot the walls are paper?” Sophia whispered, cheeks blooming pink.
“Blame the booze,” Alex muttered, shifting. But the sounds built, mom’s cries sharpening into needy pleas. His cock twitched, thickening against his thigh. Fuck. Boxers tented fast, a damp spot blooming at the tip.
Sophia squirmed on her belly, thighs clenching. Her tee rode up, exposing the crease where ass met thigh. She bit her lip, glancing over—caught his bulge, eyes widening not in shock, but hunger.
The wall-thumps accelerated, mom’s “yes, harder” piercing clear. Alex’s hand drifted low, palm pressing his shaft through fabric. Electric jolt. Sophia’s breath hitched; she ground subtly against the mattress, sketchpad forgotten.
Thunder masked the first wet smack from next door. Alex’s fingers circled his crown, pre-cum slicking cotton. Sophia’s hips rolled slower, deeper.
Chapter 2: Shadows Dancing in Moonlit Heat
Darkness swallowed the room as Alex killed the light, heart pounding like the surf below. Moonlight sliced through salt-crusted panes, casting silver edges on Sophia’s form. She rolled to face the wall, but not before he glimpsed her hand slipping under the blanket.
He yanked down his boxers under cover, cock springing free—thick, veined, seven inches throbbing with neglect. The air cooled his fevered skin, musky scent of arousal mixing with ozone from the storm. He gripped base to stem the pulse, balls heavy and drawn tight.
Faint rustles from her bed. Sticky schlick, barely audible over rain. Sophia’s knees tented the blanket, hips circling lazy eights. Alex’s fist pumped slow, savoring the glide of his own slickness. He squinted—her tee twisted up, one hand vanished between thighs, the other pinching a nipple through fabric.
Their eyes locked in the gloom, unspoken dare. Mom’s crescendo built next door—shrieks peaking as Marcus growled release. It tipped them over.
Sophia arched, mouth slack, a whimper escaping. “Oh…” Her fingers plunged audible now, cunt lips parting with obscene squelch. Alex stroked faster, foreskin sliding over purple head, pre-cum webbing fingers. He imagined her taste—tangy, sweet like sea salt.
She watched him, pupils blown. Blanket slipped, exposing her hand buried wrist-deep, juices glistening on knuckles. Her free hand mauled her breast, tugging the dark nipple erect.
Alex’s abs clenched. Cum boiled up, first rope splattering his chest hot and thick. “Fuck,” he gasped, strokes milking more—ropes painting abs, pooling in navel. Sophia convulsed, thighs quaking, a gush soaking her palm. Her cry muffled into pillow, but passionate waves rolled through her, body undulating like the ocean outside.
They panted in sync, aftershocks twitching. No words. Just the storm’s lullaby, sealing their secret.
Sophia licked her fingers clean in the shadows, salty essence on her tongue. Guilt flickered—brother’s cum scent thick in air—but desire drowned it. She curled up, spent, dreaming of more.
Whispers of Thunder
Morning broke gray, waves pounding relentless. Breakfast downstairs crackled awkward. Mom hummed, glowing, Marcus smirking. Alex shoveled eggs, avoiding Sophia’s eyes, her thigh brushing his under table accidental-on-purpose.
Storm warnings pinned them in. Power flickered, plunging the bungalow into humid dusk by noon. Upstairs, they retreated again, pretense thinning.
Chapter 3: Dawn’s Reckless Pulse
Sophia woke first, dawn’s murky light filtering in. Mom’s moans echoed again—insatiable, the pair rutting like beasts. Her pussy clenched empty, thighs slick from night’s residue. Dream lingered: Alex behind her in the outdoor shower, rough hands soaping her curves, fingers invading her heat.
She rolled stomach-down, tee hiked, panties shoved aside. Fingers delved her folds—swollen clit throbbing under pad of thumb. Nipples scraped mattress deliciously, sending sparks south.
Alex stirred, cock rigid tenting sheets. He watched through slits as she humped her hand, ass flexing rhythmic. Her pink star winked exposed, begging touch. Mom’s grunts synced their frenzy.
Sophia’s digits curled inside, hitting that spot—passion flooding veins like lightning. She gasped, eyes slitting open to meet his stare. No hiding now. His fist blurred on his meat, veins bulging, slit weeping.
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They mirrored, breaths ragged. Her free hand teased her rosebud, circling the pucker. Orgasm crashed mutual—hers squirting faint onto sheets, his erupting in arcs hitting blanket underside. Moans tangled with parents’, thunder applauding.
Collapsed, sweat-slick, they locked gazes. No regret. Just smoldering promise.
New scene brewed that afternoon. Storm severed water line; only cold dribbles left. Shared shower rigged downstairs—makeshift tub from cooler ice melt. “Gotta conserve,” Mom decreed, oblivious.
Alex first, but Sophia snuck in post, door ajar. Steam? No, just chill spray. She soaped slow, rivulets tracing heavy breasts, down trimmed bush. He re-entered “forgot towel,” froze at her nude glory—hips flaring wide, labia puffy from morning.
She didn’t cover. Turned, water beading lashes. “Join?” Voice husky.
He stepped in, erection bobbing. Soapy hands met—hers on his pecs, his cupping her ass. Lips crashed passionate, tongues dueling salt and mint. His fingers speared her gash, knuckles-deep, thumb grinding pearl. She stroked his girth, thumbing slit.
They rutted against tile, cold shocking hot skin. But voices neared—parents. They parted gasping, unfinished fire raging.
Chapter 4: Storm-Bound Temptations Ignite
Evening amplified isolation. Power out full, candles guttering shadows across walls. Dinner by lantern: canned stew, more wine. Tension thick—Sophia’s foot traced Alex’s calf under table, mom chattering oblivious.
Upstairs, no beds. They tangled sheets into nest, bodies magnets. “Can’t stop thinking,” she breathed, straddling his thigh. Her wetness smeared his skin, heat searing.
He gripped hips, grinding her core along muscle. “Me neither. Those sounds… lit something.”
Lips met soft first, then devouring. Her tee shed, breasts spilling free—full C-cups, rosy tips begging. He sucked one, teeth grazing, hand mauling twin. She mewled, nails raking his scalp.
Panties discarded, she mounted his face. Scent musky-sweet, folds dripping nectar. Tongue lanced her slit, spearing depths, clit sucked like ripe berry. “God, Alex… passionate hunger in you.” She bucked, juices flooding chin.
He flipped her, cock nudging entrance. Not yet. Fingers first—three stretching her velvet vice, curling relentless. She squirted arcs, soaking his wrist, cries echoing storm.
His turn: her mouth engulfed him, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling frenulum. Gagging deep-throat, saliva ropes dangling. Balls cupped, sucked gentle.
But halt—voices below. Frustration peaked. They spooned naked, his steel against her cleft, edging till sleep claimed.
Fractured Restraint
Midnight thunderclap woke them. Sophia’s hand found his cock, pumping lazy. “Want you inside.” He rolled her under, tip breaching—inch by torturous inch burying in molten clasp. Halfway, mom’s door creaked. Pulled out, agonizing.
Dawn hinted relief. But storm raged on.
Chapter 5: Crashing Waves of Surrender
Parents announced hike despite weather—”fresh air!” Leaving siblings alone. Bungalow theirs.
No words needed. Sophia shoved Alex against kitchen counter, dropping to knees. Unzipped, devoured—throat bulging on girth, eyes watering passionate fire. Spit bubbled, hand twisting base. His hips fucked her face, balls slapping chin.
He yanked her up, bent over sink. Panties ripped aside, plunged balls-deep. Her cunt gripped like vice, walls rippling. “Fuck me raw,” she begged. Slams echoed wet, ass cheeks rippling impact.
Fingers invaded her ass—first one, then two, scissoring. She pushed back, double-stuffed fantasy. Clit rubbed frantic on counter edge.
Pulled out, spun her. Legs wrapped waist, impaled again. Walls shook, dishes rattling. Her nails scored back bloody trails. “Deeper… your passionate cock splitting me.”
Cum flooded her depths, overflowing thighs. She clenched milking every drop, then shattered—squirting pint drenching torsos.
Collapsed floor, afterglow tender. Kisses soft, confessions whispered. “Always wanted this. You.”
Storm eased outside, but theirs brewed eternal.
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Yet hunger unquenched. Afternoon brought toys—Sophia’s hidden vibe snatched from bag. Strapped on, she pegged him slow, prostate milking hands-free explosion. Reciprocal: him fisting her slow, arm elbow-deep wrist twisting, her screams raw ecstasy.
Chapter 6: Eternal Tide of Forbidden Bliss
Parents returned oblivious, storm clearing to sun-glared beach. But attic nights sealed fate.
Final eve: all inhibitions ash. Marcus snored solo—mom tipsy passed out. Siblings claimed living room rug, candles flickering.
Sophia rode reverse cowgirl, ass bouncing hypnotic. He spanked crimson handprints, thumbs prying cheeks for tongue rimming mid-thrust. Her rosebud flowered under assault, fingers plunging tandem with cock.
Missionary next: ankles by ears, drilling cervix. Her tits mauled, nipples twisted violet. “Love your passionate depth,” she gasped, legs quaking.
Climaxed bonded—eyes locked, souls merging in release. Cum creampie overflowed, her squirt mixing puddle.
After: tangled limbs, breaths syncing. Storm passed, but thunder lingered in touches. Vacation ended, but flames? Unextinguished.
Dawn packed bags quiet. Beach house faded rearview, shared secret pulsing like heartbeat. Whatever came—guilt, discovery—their passionate surrender reshaped everything.
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