They said the storm wouldn’t hit till Sunday.
But of course, Jay got that wrong too.
I remember standing outside the tent in my low-cut red vest—tight around the bust, pulled low over my cleavage, the fabric slightly damp already from the mist rolling in. The wind curled through the pine trees, stirring the hem of my short denim shorts. I wore them tight, snug against the curve of my thighs. Even with a hoodie thrown over, unzipped and loose, I felt exposed. But not in the usual way—not the way I did back home, where every guy watched me like I was a walking daydream.
Out here, the trees were my only audience. And Jay, of course.
He was struggling with the tent pegs, muttering, already swearing under his breath. My twin brother had never managed anything practical. I was the one who got us out of speeding tickets, found the lost passports in Spain, and now—stood there with arms crossed, watching him try to pin a corner of nylon to the cold, wet ground—I knew, again, I’d have to be the one to fix everything.
‘You only brought one sleeping bag?’ I asked. My voice rose with disbelief.
He didn’t look up. ‘Yeah. So?’
‘Jay.’
‘What?’
‘I’m not sleeping on the cold bloody ground.’
He stood then, stretching to his full height, frowning. He’d filled out this year—broad shoulders, wiry from work—but still had that boyish uselessness in his eyes. I was the one people trusted, even though I wore lip gloss and flirted with the barman just to skip a queue. He was the afterthought. But I loved him anyway.
‘We’ll share it,’ he said.
I gave him a look.
He shrugged. ‘It’s not a big deal, Suze. It’s either that or freeze.’
The wind picked up again, and we both turned to watch the clouds shift darkly across the treeline. The smell of damp moss and fire smoke lingered in the air, the campfire now just a skeleton of charred logs. There were no other tents around—everyone else had packed up after lunch when the air started to taste metallic.
Not us. Jay said we’d be fine.
The first drops started just as we zipped up the tent.
Inside, the space was tight. One lantern swayed slightly from the hook above, casting a soft glow over the thin blue nylon walls. The floor was already slightly damp.
‘You should’ve brought a ground sheet too,’ I muttered, kicking off my trainers.
Jay rolled his eyes. ‘You should’ve packed if you’re so clever.’
I stripped off my hoodie and lay it across one side of the tent. Then unzipped the sleeping bag—double-size, thank God—and spread it open. We could use it as a blanket at least.
He lay down in a long stretch beside me, already in joggers and a vest. I slid in beside him, keeping to my side, my arms folded over my chest, still wearing my vest and shorts. The fabric of the bag was cool against my bare thighs.
‘Move over,’ I hissed.
‘I’m literally right on the edge.’
‘Your leg’s touching mine.’
‘We used to share a cot, Susan. Don’t be dramatic.’
That was when the thunder cracked above us—close, like it had split the sky just metres away. I jumped. So did he.
‘Shit,’ he muttered.
The rain hit then. Proper, hard, slicing down the sides of the tent like fingers drumming urgently on all sides. Water pooled in the corners. I sat up, brushed a drip from my knee. The air was instantly colder. Jay pulled the sleeping bag up, trying to cocoon us both in it.
‘I told you we should’ve left this morning,’ I said.
‘I wanted one night. That’s all. Away from everything.’
That silenced me.
Because he was right. That was the whole point. Away from the guys always texting me, the noise of our shared flat, the way we couldn’t seem to breathe unless we were bickering or shouting over each other. This was meant to be simple. Nature. Siblings. Firelight and beer.
Now we were soaked, cold, and sharing one bloody sleeping bag.
The wind howled. The tent shifted slightly, making us both freeze.
‘I think the peg’s come loose,’ he whispered.
‘Don’t go out there,’ I said, reaching for his arm instinctively.
He looked at me—just for a second. Eyes the same hazel as mine. Freckled nose. A flicker of something in that look—maybe guilt. Or just shared fear. It passed quickly.
He stayed.
I lay down again, closer now. Not much choice. My vest had damp patches and clung a bit tighter. The skin between my breasts chilled. Jay passed me the sleeping bag flap and I tucked it around myself. His hand brushed my side, by accident. I flinched. He drew it back.
Silence, except for the storm.
Lying like that, in the half-dark, our bodies pressed together out of sheer necessity, I remembered the last time we were that close. Probably when we were fourteen, stuck on a ski lift, frozen stiff, his gloved hand squeezed in mine because he was scared of heights. Back when I didn’t see him as a man. When I didn’t have to think twice.
But now he was warm. His breath was warm too, right at the edge of my neck. His thigh was against mine.
And something shifted between us in that moment.
Not a move. Not a word. Just something… tight. Tense. Like the space had changed. Like we weren’t just siblings anymore. We were two people. Alone. Close. And trapped.
I didn’t move. I didn’t breathe too loud. I just lay there, awake.
Waiting.
Was it the storm outside I was afraid of—or the one inside?
It must’ve been near midnight when he finally spoke.
The storm hadn’t stopped. If anything, it had worsened—wind screaming like a train through the trees, rain lashing the tent in rhythmic fits, like something desperate trying to claw its way in. My body was warm under the sleeping bag, though only because Jay’s was pressed right against it. Back to chest. I’d turned over an hour ago, saying nothing. Just shifting. Just breathing slower.
He hadn’t moved.
I could feel the thud of his heart against my spine. His arm draped near my waist, too close to be casual. Too still to be accidental.
Then—
‘Suze,’ he murmured.
I didn’t answer right away. Just opened my eyes. Watched the flicker of our lantern, now down to its last inch of battery.
‘Yeah?’
His breath was close. Almost touched the back of my neck. I could hear the hesitation in it. The kind that says don’t say it and say it anyway at the same time.
‘I didn’t just want to get away from the flat,’ he said finally. His voice was quiet, rough. Like it cost him something.
I blinked at the nylon wall of the tent. Cold light. Wet shadows. His hand now resting—just barely—on the curve of my hip. I should’ve shrugged it off. Or pulled away. Or said don’t. But I didn’t.
‘Then what?’
A pause. The kind that hangs heavy, like a breath you hold before a confession.
‘I needed to be somewhere with you. Just us. Before things… change.’
I turned then. Slowly. Faced him.
His face was too close. Inches. The space between us barely there, lit softly by the failing lantern. His eyes were tired, but fixed on mine. Like he’d been waiting for permission to say the rest.
‘Change how?’
Jay didn’t answer right away. He licked his lower lip. Swallowed. He looked away for a second. Then back.
‘I know you think I’m stupid sometimes,’ he said. ‘And maybe I am. But I’m not blind.’
‘To what?’
‘To the way they look at you. The guys. Even my mates. All summer, it was like I wasn’t even in the room when you walked in. And I couldn’t say anything. Because you’re… you. And I’m me.’
He smiled, just slightly. Sad. Embarrassed. But still looking.
I stared at him. Didn’t move.
He went on.
‘I thought maybe if we got out here, just us, no one else… I could forget what it’s like watching every bloke in our neighbourhood imagine what you’d look like bent over their kitchen table.’
The air between us thickened.
I could feel my heart in my mouth.
‘Jay,’ I whispered, but I didn’t know what I meant. Warning? Comfort? Shock?
‘Sorry,’ he said. Too fast. ‘That was—out of line.’
‘You’re my brother,’ I said, but the words sounded thin. They felt like something I was supposed to say. Like a line from a bad film.
His hand didn’t move from my hip. But it didn’t grip either. It just rested there, gently.
‘I know,’ he said. ‘Believe me, I know. That’s why I hate myself for thinking any of it.’
I could’ve ended it there. Pulled away. Laughed it off. Rolled over.
But instead, I lay still. Watching his face. Wondering if I looked the same way. Like someone trying to stay on the right side of a very thin line.
We didn’t speak for a while after that.
The storm moved, shifting deeper into the forest. The rain softened. But the silence inside the tent was louder than ever. Not awkward. Just full. Heavy.
I looked at him. Really looked.
He wasn’t a boy anymore. And I wasn’t the same girl who used to shove him into lakes and laugh when he cried over scraped knees. We were older now. Flawed. Tired. Human.
He’d said it out loud.
He wanted me.
Not in a way that meant anything would happen.
Just enough to ruin everything.
I laid on my side my back facing him, I felt him pressed up against me with his hand over my hip in a spooning position. It felt weird, but there was no room at all in this small sleeping bag.
‘You don’t have to say anything,’ he murmured.
‘I won’t,’ I said.
But I stayed lying beside him, our bodies still touching. I didn’t pull away. Didn’t shift. The warmth between us felt impossible to leave now. It wasn’t desire. Not exactly. It was something messier. Older. Lonelier.
And even though we were silent, I knew we were both awake, staring into separate kinds of darkness, listening to the rain.
The storm was just sound now. Soft and relentless, a hush over everything. But inside me, there was this strange, electric stillness. Not peace exactly. Just quiet—like the pause before you admit something you’ve carried too long.
I could feel Jay breathing behind me. Steady. Deep. Like he was trying to will himself asleep. But he wasn’t asleep. I knew it. Knew it the way you know someone’s listening even when their eyes are shut.
And I couldn’t keep it in anymore.
‘Jay,’ I said quietly, barely above the hush of rain.
His arm tightened just slightly—just enough to say yes, I’m here.
‘I need to tell you something. Since we’re saying things.’
He didn’t speak. But I felt his body tense, like he was bracing for it.
I didn’t turn around. Couldn’t.
‘I’ve always known,’ I said, voice low, steady. ‘That someone looked at me… different. And it wasn’t just the guys at the gym. Or the neighbours. Or that creep who works at the garage.’
I paused. Waited for thunder, for anything. But the sky had gone quiet. Like it was waiting too.
‘It was someone close,’ I continued. ‘Too close. I couldn’t figure it out for years. I thought I was imagining it. That I was being vain, or paranoid. But sometimes, I’d catch it. That look. Like I wasn’t your sister, not for a second. Like I was just… a girl. A body. Someone you weren’t supposed to want.’
He didn’t say anything.
His breathing had changed. Not shallow, but not calm either.
‘And I hated myself for not hating it,’ I whispered. ‘I thought something was wrong with me. That I should feel disgusted or furious. But I didn’t. I just… noticed.’
I reached for his hand, the one resting gently across my hip, and wrapped my fingers around it. It was trembling, just faintly.
‘I’m not saying I liked it,’ I added. ‘But I didn’t run from it either. And that’s why I’ve been weird with you lately. Distant. Because I didn’t know if it was worse to admit it or pretend it wasn’t real.’
Jay let out a long, shuddering breath behind me. Then he pressed his forehead to the back of my neck, so softly I almost didn’t feel it.
‘Suze… I never wanted to make you feel that way. I swear.’
‘I know,’ I said. ‘And I’m not saying this because I want something from you. I just… need to be honest. Because you were.’
He didn’t move. Just breathed against my skin.
Then he whispered, ‘You don’t know what that does to me. Hearing that. From you.’
I swallowed hard. My mouth had gone dry.
‘We’re both twisted, aren’t we?’ I murmured.
‘Maybe,’ he said. ‘But you’re still the only person who’s ever really seen me.’
His words hit harder than I expected. Because it wasn’t lust in his voice, not exactly. It was something softer. Sadder.
We lay there for a long time, breathing together. One rhythm. One shape, in the dark.
I didn’t know what morning would bring. If we’d look at each other or look away. If we’d laugh at ourselves, or carry this—whatever this was—like a bruise beneath the skin.
But I knew, at that moment, I didn’t feel afraid.
Then I felt something throb hard against my bottom.
Jay’s cock was hard. Right against my ass. I could feel every thick, pulsing inch of it. I knew he must’ve gotten hard as soon as I started talking, as soon as he realized what this confession meant. It wasn’t a surprise, really, not after everything he’d said. But still, I felt a jolt of something – excitement, fear, arousal, I couldn’t tell. All those things tangled together. I didn’t move. Didn’t pull away. I just lay there, my body pressed back against his, his erection wedged snugly between my cheeks.
‘Someone seems excited,’ I said as I wriggled my ass against him.
Jay groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily as he ground his cock into my ass. ‘Fuck, Suze…’
I reached back, my hand finding him and guiding it to my breasts. ‘Touch me,’ I whispered.
Jay’s hand trembled as he cupped my breast, his fingers brushing over the fabric of my top, feeling the shape of my nipple through the thin cotton. I arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips.
‘Like this?’ he breathed, his thumb circling the peak of my nipple, making it stiffen even more.
‘Yes,’ I gasped, my hips rocking back against his erection. ‘Just like that.’ Jay’s other hand slid down, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of my shorts to cup my mound. He stroked my clit through the damp fabric, and I whimpered, my head falling back onto his chest.
‘You’re so wet,’ he murmured, his fingers slipping lower to rub against my entrance.
‘Do… do you have a condom,” I said nervously.
‘No, why? Wait. Do you want me to fuck you?’ he said instantly back as he kept rubbing.
‘Damn Jay, straight to the point ain’t you,’ I chuckled. ‘I mean I could pull out when I am going to cum.’
I sighed, ‘It’s fine. I am on the pill anyway. Just find it weird with you know… you being my brother and being inside of me. Mom would kill us.’
He laughed, ‘Well moms not here.’ He dragged my bottoms down with my knickers and still spooned me. I felt the head of his cock touch my labia.
Jay’s cock prodded at my entrance, teasing, barely breaching me. ‘You sure about this, Suze?’ he whispered, his hot breath against my ear. I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me.
‘Yes, I’m sure,’ I breathed, my hips pressing back to take him in deeper. He groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he slowly pushed inside me. Inch by inch, his thick shaft stretched me open, filling me up until he was buried to the hilt.
Jay’s cock throbbed inside me, pulsing with each beat of his heart. I could feel the heat of his skin, the way his shaft twitched and swelled, the way he stretched me open in the most delicious way.
He was so deep, so thick, that I could barely breathe. Every stroke dragged against my inner walls, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine. I was so wet, so ready for him, that he slid in with ease, his heavy balls slapping against my clit with each powerful thrust. Spooning me.
‘Ungh,’ he grunted from his throat as he picked up speed. My ass cheeks slap hard against him. He was pounding my pussy hole from behind.
‘Suzie, Suzie, Suzie…’ Jay chanted, his hips snapping against my ass in a steady rhythm. His cock was buried to the hilt, stretching me open with every thrust. I could feel the head bumping against my cervix with each deep stroke. I moaned, my voice lost in the sounds of our flesh slapping together. My hands reached back, gripping his thighs, urging him on. ‘Yes, Jay, yes…’
His fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place as he drove into me with abandon. The wet squelch of his cock sliding in and out of my dripping pussy filled the tent, mixing with our heavy breathing and the distant rumble of thunder outside.
‘Fuck sis… maybe… ahh fuck, maybe I should stop,’ he said as he started slowing down.
I shook my head, my fingers digging into his thighs. ‘No, Jay. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.’
Jay’s cock twitched at my words, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigour. He pounded into me, each thrust hitting that sweet spot deep inside that made my vision blur. My pussy clenched around him, milking his shaft as he fucked me hard and fast.
“Shit, Suzie… you feel so good,” he groaned, his breath hot against my ear. “Your pussy is gripping me so tight…”I moaned, my head tossing from side to side as pleasure overwhelmed me.
‘”‘Jay, yes… harder… please…’ He obliged, his thrusts becoming even more erratic as he chased his release. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the tent, punctuated by our ragged breathing and the occasional grunt or moan.
Jay’s cock pulsed inside me, his climax imminent. I could feel the heat building, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chased his release. The sensation of him coming undone inside me was almost too much to bear.
‘I’m close, Suzie,’ he grunted, his hips jerking erratically as he fucked me with wild abandon. ‘I’m gonna cum…’ I arched my back, my pussy clenching around him as I felt the first wave of my own orgasm wash over me.
‘Yes, Jay, cum inside me,’ I moaned, my voice raw with pleasure. Jay’s cock throbbed once, twice, then erupted inside me, pumping jet after jet of hot cum deep into my spasming pussy. I could feel it filling me up, coating my inner walls with his seed as my own orgasm crashed over me in waves. We rode out our releases together, our bodies moving in perfect sync as we came down from the high.
I lay there, his softening cock still buried inside me, feeling the warmth of his cum seeping out around it. My body was spent, sated, but also strangely… lighter. Like a weight had been lifted. Jay’s arms wrapped around me, holding me close as we caught our breath. His forehead rested on the back of my neck, his warm breath tickling my skin.’Fuck, Suzie,’ he murmured, his voice low and rough. ‘That was…’
I turned my head to look at him, my cheek brushing against his. His eyes were closed, and lashes fanned out across his cheeks. He looked… peaceful. Content. In a way, I’d never seen him before. ‘That was what?’ I asked, a small smile playing on my lips.
Jay opened his eyes, a soft, dazed look in them. ‘Amazing,’ he said, his voice barely above a whisper. ‘You’re incredible, Suzie.’I smiled, my heart fluttering at the way he said my name.
‘You’re not so bad yourself,’ I replied, my voice equally soft. He chuckled, the sound rumbling in his chest. ‘I think we make a pretty good team,’ he said, his hand sliding down to cup my ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. I arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips.
‘Mmm, I’d like to see more of that teamwork,’ I purred, wiggling my hips to emphasize my point.
Jay groaned, his cock twitching inside me at the movement. ‘Patience, sis,’ he teased, his fingers trailing down to tease my clit through the slick mess of our combined juices. ‘We’ve got all night.