A Night in Jayney' Aircraft

So Jayney has bought this beautiful twin engined Piper. Dad has mown an airstrip in a field and we will be building a hangar for it next month. For now, it's parked (is that the right term for an aircraft?) in a clearing just off the runway. One night, it was cloudless and lit by a full moon. I could see the aircraft pale and almost ghostly in the moonlight. I had a sudden desire to spend the night in her, naked.  I left my room about midnight and walked, slyclad as the witches say, towards it. Mum and dad have seen me naked many times as have my brother and sister, even more so. Being naked in front of them isn't even a turn on any more.  The fields were cool, although there was still some heat in the soil from the scorcher of a day we've had. The orchard was lovely with the smell of apples and pears. I reach the field; crossing it naked is, er, interesting. In the field, I approached the silver ghost of the aircraft. Although I had the presence of mind to bring the key, I didn't want to use it just yet.  The wings look so thin! It's unbelievable the weight they can withstand. Jayney demonstrated this in a very tight turn that almost made me pee myself. She told me the wings were handling three times the aircrafts weight! So, I didn't feel bad in climbing on one! I lay on my back under the moonlight feeling the cool metal under me. I spread my legs and let the night air kiss my sex. Should I do it here? Maybe. I gave my quim an exploratory feel; already soaked, already highly aroused. It wouldn't take much for me to cum right here.  But no, I wanted to do it inside.  I opened the hatch and immediately the smell of leather enveloped me. Then I sat on one of the seats. It felt lovely against my naked skin. I put my feet onto the opposite chair and let my knees flop apart. Now the leather scent had competition as the sweetness of my quim mixed with it.  I eased two fingers inside me, and let my mind wander. One of the sexiest, er dirtiest, things I've ever done was fucking my brother. It was so erotic purely because it was my brother. So, I imagined him here with me now, kneeling on the floor, and penetrating me with that long, curved cock of his.  He fucks wonderfully. Right at the end, when he is nearing orgasm, he goes so fast, it's almost like, like being masturbated into. There are times when I love being used like that!  So, three fingers slopping wetly inside me and I put another finger on my clit; even on the walk over here I knew I would squirt. I haven't had a squinting orgasm for about two weeks. I also knew I would squirt onto the carpet of Jayney's pride and joy.  My mind let my brother screw me. I was pulling him deeper with every thrust and loving the pleasure and pain his cock gives me. I was kissing him, using my tongue in his mouth, and then I felt (in my mind) him unload inside me. Spurt after spurt of my brothers cum jetted high into my womb. There, in that nice new aircraft, I came long and hard, crying out, screaming his name. I fell asleep there, and stayed like that until dawn kissed the sky. A vixen scurried across the field in front of me with her cubs, and, off to my left, a badger waddled home. One or two wild rabbits were sniffing the air, aware of the fox, and remaining totally still until it had safely passed.  I yawned, stretched, and left my somewhat sticky seat. Walking back to the farm was as uneventful as my outward journey. At the top of the stairs, instead of turning right into my bedroom, I turned left into my brother’s.  I snuggled up beside him in his bed, and was delighted to find that he, like me, was naked. My hand tracked down his chest and stomach until I found his morning erection, hard like iron. My fingers wrapped around it, and I began to masturbate him.  After some minutes, he woke. To my delight, he slipped his fingers between my legs. Then he teased me with that monstrous cock.