KEEPING WARM

"Shit, that's a hell of a storm out there," Derek said, looking out the window at the wall of white flakes blowing around in gale-force winds.

"Supposed to last until morning, then die off," Celia replied. She stifled a yawn.

"Sorry, Sis. I didn't mean to keep you up."

"It's okay. We haven't spoken since you went off to college last year. We had a lot of catching up to do."

"Yeah, especially with Mom and Dad gone..." Derek's voice trailed off. Celia wrapped her arms around him and they stood silently for a long moment.

The two siblings had lost their parents to a plane crash three months before, and it had hit them both hard. Derek had not had the finances or the ability to take time off school to make it to the funeral, and so Celia had to take the entire responsibility. She felt it was her duty, anyway; she was ten years older than her brother.

Celia was just about to say something when they heard a loud crack from outside, and the lights immediately went out.

"Oh, shit," she muttered.

Derek, who was not used to living as far out in the country as his sister's home was, was confused. "What's the matter? They'll come back on..."

"Yeah, in about two days. That was a power pole falling over. I've heard that sound before. They're not going to be out to fix that anytime soon. It's below zero outside, and this house is drafty as a bird cage."

"What?"

"It's going to get cold in here." Celia realized her brother had been sheltered. She'd been out in the world since her eighteenth birthday, and she'd already been married twice, the second one ending two years prior. She wished she was still as naive as Derek.

"Oh. Um... well, we've got the fireplace. I can go out and get some wood."

Celia decided to make her point the easy way. She pulled back the curtain, and gestured out the window. "Show me where the wood shed is."

Derek looked out to be confronted by a solid mass of white.

"There's no way to go out there. You'd never find it, and even if you did, you'd never find your way back. We have to make due with what's in here." Celia looked at the puny pile of wood she still had in the house. She knew she had a similar pile in her bedroom, next to that fireplace. They would have to make it work.

Celia shrugged. "The best thing we can do is just go to bed. You'll have to sleep in my room tonight. We can start a small fire in there, and by sleeping in the same bed, we share body heat to stay warm.

"Great," Derek said, not thrilled about the idea of sleeping in the same bed with his sister. He picked up the pile of wood and followed her into her bedroom, where he set it on top of the only marginally larger pile that was already there. "Is this going to be enough?"

"Not really, no. But we don't have a choice, so we'll have to make due."

"Okay. I'm gonna use the john."

Celia prepared the fire while her brother got ready for bed. As he came out of the bathroom, she had finished up, and the fire was started. She hoped it could stay going for the night without her having to get up and deal with it all the time, but she'd do what she had to.

"Take the side near the fireplace," she told her brother. He looked at her, about to argue, and she just said, "Do it."

Derek pulled off his clothes except for his underwear, and then slipped under the extremely chilly covers. He shivered, hoping the fireplace would warm the room up soon. He barely noticed when Celia came back into the room, wearing a short, thin nightgown under her robe. She quickly slipped off the robe and into the bed, staring at her brother's back.

Celia was soon shivering herself. What heat the fireplace was radiating, her brother's body pretty much blocked from getting to her. She had little choice, and eased over until she was snuggling tight against him.

"Celia..." he started to protest.

"You're just as cold as I am," she said. The house was chilling rapidly, and the fire had not begun to take hold. "We have to sleep close together, or we'll get sick."

"Okay, but... could you turn over?" It feels weird..."

"Promise to turn over, too, so we can press together for warmth?"

"Yeah, sure."

Derek didn't know this was something of a mistake. He'd felt weird with his sister's tits pressing into his back. He had not anticipated what having her butt pressing against his crotch would do. He could feel himself stiffening, and he tried to keep it down. He lay next to her, unmoving.

"Dammit, Derek, you have to put an arm around me. Pretend I'm Monica." Monica was Derek's last girlfriend.

Slowly, he wrapped his arm around his sister, and she snuggled back as tightly as she could against him. They began to warm up a little, but it was still cold. Celia pressed herself more tightly against her brother, and he pulled her against him with his arm, not really thinking about it.

Celia suddenly got a slight cramp in her side, and she had to wiggle around to get it to go away. Derek loosened his grip on her, but he kept his arm draped over her. This was a bigger mistake. As she settled back into place, his hand settled higher than it had been before, and he ended up cupping her breast.

Celia instinctively arched her back, pressing her tit against her brother's hand. It had been a long time since she'd been touched, and his contact felt very good. She'd readily noticed the lump in his briefs that was pressing against her ass, and that had sent tingles through her. She wiggled slightly, rubbing her nipple against his palm, and she moaned softly.

"You know," she said after a moment, "if you were going to feel me up, you could have at least kissed me first."

"Celia, I..." Derek stammered, yanking his hand away, to her disappointment. She knew her brother was too self-conscious to understand her joke. She turned over to face him.

"Well, no matter. You can kiss me second, it's okay."

"What?"

Celia answered him by pressing the entire length of her body tightly against him. She wrapped her arm around him, and then leaned in. Her lips contacted his, and she began to kiss him passionately. It was only a few seconds before her tongue pressed against his lips.

Derek shakily opened his mouth, and Celia's tongue dashed in, slipping wetly against his tongue and along his lips. She pressed her body against him as tightly as she could, rolling her hips to push herself against his hardening cock. Derek groaned softly as she did so, and she smiled to herself.

As their kissing continued, Celia let her hand roam her brother's back, moving downward until she was fondling his ass. He inhaled sharply through his nose, but she wouldn't let him break the kiss. She pressed her thigh against his legs and used her hand to get him to spread his legs so she could rub her thigh against his groin. Derek moaned into his sister's mouth.

Celia wished that Derek would get the idea, but she didn't worry; she moved her hand to take hold of his, and brought it over to her breast. She felt him trembling, but when her hand left his, he kept massaging her tit. She loved the feel of his fingers on her body, and mewled softly.

As they continued to kiss, Celia let her hand drift down Derek's side. As her fingers slipped under the waistband of his briefs, she brought her hand around to his front. In only a second, she was gently gripping his fully erect cock.

Derek couldn't take any more, and broke their kiss. "Celia, what are we doing?" he asked in some dismay.

"We're keeping warm," she said with a smile. "In the most pleasant way possible. Derek, we're all we've got left. All of our grandparents are gone. Mom and Dad are dead. It's just us." Celia continued to stroke his dick as she talked. "And all that swimming you've been doing makes you hotter'n Hell."

"You're not so bad yourself, Sis," he said without thinking, then blushed. He was glad it was really too dark for her to see his reaction.

"Thanks," she said sincerely, and ran her thumb over the head of his dick as a reward. He groaned, and came, spurting his load all over her hand.

"Oh, shit, sorry, Sis!" he groaned.

Celia brought her hand out of his shorts and licked it clean in full view of her brother.

"Gee, now you'll just have to take off that nasty, cum-soaked underwear." Celia reached down to help him do just that. He didn't resist at all.

While they were already moving around, which was letting too much cold air in for Celia's taste, she removed her panties, as well, and then she decided to remove her nightgown. The cold air caused her nipples to harden instantly, and she shoved herself back under the covers and tightly against her brother. The hard points of her nipples dug into him, and he pulled her closer.

"Like the feel of that, huh?" Celia asked with a grin.

Derek leaned in and kissed his sister again, their passions returning. He let his hands roam her fully naked skin, but he kept returning to her tits. She moaned in approval as he tweaked her nipple.

Celia continued to rub her thigh against her brother's cock, and she could feel it slowly coming back to hardness. Once it reached full mast, she broke their kiss. Derek continued to caress her tit while she slipped her leg out from between his thighs.

When Celia rolled slightly away, Derek let go of her. When she reached out for him, he slid over against her again. Celia pulled him close and wrapped her top leg over his. She could feel his cock pressing against her thigh, and she wanted it inside of her. Reaching down, she gripped his rod again, and pushed it between her legs.

"Derek, I want you to fuck me," she said calmly.

Derek was having trouble concentrating, but the feel of his sister's hot, wet cunt waiting for him was too tempting for him to pass up. He slowly pushed into her, and Celia moaned in pleasure as his cock sunk deeper and deeper into her.

When Derek was fully buried inside her, they paused and kissed some more. Celia kept squeezing Derek's cock with her pussy, and Derek would make small circles with his hips. They both remained highly aroused without moving very much.

Finally, though, Derek couldn't take any more. He began to stroke into his sister in small motions at first. Celia sighed against his tongue at the feel of him. His cock kept sliding against her clit, and that was pushing her higher and higher. She began to roll her hips in time with Derek's motions, pushing him even deeper into her pussy, rubbing him even harder against her clit.

Derek's motions became more frenzied as his body rose toward its peak. He began to slam into his sister, and she grunted in joy with each jolt. Her hips bucked back at him just as fiercely, and the two moved as one, working toward each other's climax.

At that pace, they couldn't last long, and Celia came first, screaming into his mouth, because they refused to break their kiss. As her pussy squeezed and milked Derek's cock, he simply couldn't hold back anymore, and he grunted as the first blast of cum left his dick. The two bucked and writhed together, moving against each other for long moments until they finally descended from their high.

The two didn't move, though. They remained in their embrace, and only when he had fully softened did Derek's cock slip from within his sister. They kissed softly and tenderly as they recovered from their passions.

"You planned this, didn't you?" Derek accused.

"No," Celia said, "but I'm not sorry it happened. You're damned cute, and I've been awfully alone these last few months. Too bad you have to go back to school in a few weeks."

"Yeah," he said. Then he brightened. "But think how much fun we can have in three weeks of stormy weather!"

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