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My older brother Liam was currently scowling at the many cars in front of us. It was 8:30 in the evening, and we’d been sitting in London traffic for nearly an hour. The storm was still raging on outside, and car horns were blaring left, right and centre. I’d called Liam after my shift at work. Public transport was all but down, and I didn’t want to walk the streets of London at night. Liam had been less than enthused about coming to get me. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know there’d be congestion.”  “You could’ve gotten the bus like a normal person,” he muttered. “So you’d have me sit in all this, but as long as you don’t have to, you’re happy? Nice one, dick-head.” “I just don’t know why you haven’t gotten your own car yet. Why do you insist on everyone running around after you?” “Because, I’ve only just turned seventeen! I’m working my arse off at that restaurant trying to get myself a car!” Liam snorted. “What? What’s so funny about that?” “You wouldn’t know a hard days work if it hit you in the face, Jess.” I stared at him. “You are such a prick sometimes. Just because you’re in a shitty mood, you have to bring everyone else down too. You’re nearly twenty-two, Liam. Grow up.” “I wouldn’t be in a shitty mood if you hadn’t dragged me out in all this!” “Well, I’m so sorry it was such an inconvenience for you! You know, most big brothers wouldn’t mind picking up their little sisters in the rain. They wouldn’t actually want them walking around the city at night! Heaven forbid escort you actually show some decency toward me for once in your life!” Liam stared at me in shock, as thunder rattled all around us. Seconds later, lightning followed. I knock at Liam’s window made us both jump. It was an old man dressed in a high vis jacket. Liam opened his window. “You kids best be turning around. No cars gettin through this tonight. Been a crash up ahead ’cause of the storm.” “We can’t turn back,” Liam said irritably. “We live in this direction.” “I’d get walkin if I were you then kids. Have a good one.” The man walked on down the road, alerting other drivers to turn around.  Liam hit his steering wheel. “Fantastic, absolutely fantastic.” I couldn’t be bothered to listen to him moan at me all over again. Without waiting for him, I opened my door and got out into the rainy streets. It didn’t take long until Liam was beside me again. After parking the car in an empty car park, I quickly ran to catch up with Jess. The rain was pelting down now, and all Jess had on was her thin white waitress shirt. I could already see the back of her blue bra through the soaking material.  I rolled my eyes and shrugged off my jacket, keeping my eyes away from my sisters visible bra.  “Here, take this,” I offered her the jacket.  She glared at me. “Screw you.”  I reigned in my temper as she carried on walking. Jogging up behind her again, I placed the jacket over her shoulders. She struggled to bayan escort get it off of me.  “I told you, I don’t want it!” “Don’t be such a stubborn brat all the time, Jess.” As we struggled, my hands brushed over her firm nipples. I thought she felt it too, as she let out a gasp. We separated, and I caught Jess’ blush. She hugged the jacket around her, and walked ahead.  I felt like such a shit for being moody with her.  “Hey, Jess-” “Just leave me alone, we don’t have to talk to each other, okay?” “I wanted to say sorry. I shouldn’t have been a dick to you earlier.” “No, you shouldn’t have. You were a huge dick.” “Nice to know you agree,” I muttered dryly. Jess looked at me and giggled. I stared to laugh too. She was so beautiful when she laughed. Even with soaking wet hair. Her green eyes sparkled with life compared to the grey London surroundings.  When we finally got home, it was past 9:30 and we were both frozen to the bone. All the electricity had gone out from the storm. I checked my phone that I’d left on the kitchen counter. It had a voicemail on it from our dad, I listened to it, groaning inwardly. I walked back into the living room where Jess was shivering still.  “Mum and Dad are going to spend the night at Jackie and Peter’s. The roads are too dangerous to drive on tonight. Plus it sounds like they’ve been on the wine again.” Jess raised her eyebrows. “That’s a shock,” she said dryly. “What should I do with this?” She asked about my escort bayan jacket.  “Oh, just leave it on the sofa, I’ll put it away.” Jess did as I asked, removing my coat from her body. When her chest was revealed to me, I couldn’t help but look directly to her chest. Sure enough, her nipples were still firm and pointed out. I was enticed by their hardness. I stared at them long enough for my cock to start waking up. Before things got weird, I broke my gaze from her breasts. “You, um. You need to change out of those wet clothes. Now.”  “Yes, Liam,” she said sweetly. I didn’t look at her as she left the room, every thought I had was now directed toward her firm nipples and breasts. I wanted to see them, naked without any clothes. I wanted to feel and hold her tits, wanted to take her nipple into my mouth and suck on it until she cried out.  My mind ran away with me; I imagined easing a finger into her pussy, fucking my little sister with my hand. I thought about what she tasted like, what it would feel like to thrust my cock into her tight, dripping hole.  I looked down at the tent in my jeans.  Fuck, fuck, fuck. My pussy was wet from having Liam stare intently at my nipples. It was aching to be touched, and it wanted to be touched by him. When I felt his hand graze my hard tips outside, a rush completely over threw me. I began thinking all kinds of sick, dirty, wonderful things. All of them revolving around my brothers cock.  I played with my nipples as I got changed, pinching them between my thumb and finger, I let my hands skim my aching pussy, but I knew I’d want to save that pleasure for later. I pulled on some tiny shorts and a tight white shirt, and headed out to put my wet clothes in the laundry.

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