Love, Sex, & Wanderlust
A brother and sister travel cross-country in a classic car.
Author's note
Sometimes, how you get somewhere makes the destination all the more rewarding. In cases like this one, it's all about the journey and the discoveries along the way. If you have concerns over what content may be in a story, please read the story tags before continuing. If a subject is not of interest, this may not be the story for you. For everyone else, I hope you enjoy.
As always, all characters are over the age of 18.
Post-publishing note: This story directly involves a 1956 Chevrolet Cameo, not a Camaro. The Cameo was a pickup produced for a short span of time during the 1950's and the term "car" is used loosely.
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PROLOGUE
Dad had a joke he used to say when we were younger. My sister, Dani, and I didn't really find it funny, but it made Mom laugh.
"Judy is my wife, but Daisy is my mistress."
Back then I didn't quite understand the joke but my sister Danielle and I would still chuckle as if we did. Mom rolled her eyes and did the things that moms do, mostly humoring their husbands. But all things considered, you could tell he did harbor a serious attraction for Daisy, and none of us could blame him. Even Mom would occasionally stare at her curves as she passed. It's true, she was a sight to behold, and my father's pride and joy (yes I'm including his children with that statement). You likely would think the same if you had her, a beautiful blue '56 Chevy Cameo.
I'd like to say we all loved her because Dad was always gushing, but we each found our own joy with that car. He'd spend hours tuning her up in the garage, me lending a hand where I could and learning a thing or two about how she runs. Dani would help too., though 10-year-old me would just say she was in the way. At the end of the day, when we came in with grease and sweat coating our smiling faces, Mom always wash away the grime before she and pops would take an evening ride around town.
It was Mom who actually gave Daisy her name. While Dad was a man with many talents, Mom had a very special eye and was without a doubt the artist in the family. She would sculpt, paint, write, you name it, executing some secret vision that always impressed. As Dad told us; it was when they were young, foolish, and madly in love, Mom painted a little flower on the glovebox. A tiny white and yellow daisy; hence her name.
Our family-owned a small hardware store outside of Dayton, Ohio. Dad originally wanted to name it "Campbells" after our last name, but Mom talked him out of it knowing it would only be a matter of time before a lawyer or two came knocking. It was a modest little shop, and our parents put everything they had into it. To Danielle and I, we lived like royalty, but in reality, we were just scraping by. So imagine our shock when during one family dinner, Mom and Dad laid the heavy news on us.
"Richard, Dani, we have to sell Daisy."
I don't mean to sound melodramatic but to say we were devastated would be an understatement. Daisy was part of the family; you can't sell a family member! I had dreamed of learning to drive with that truck! Maybe someday, perhaps Dad would even hand the keys over to me for keeps. But for all our crying and kicking, that's what happened, Dad sold her to some car collector or something and the world somehow managed to keep spinning.
As the years passed, somehow I managed to graduate high school, and even more surprisingly, obtained a scholarship to Boston University for Engineering. Sure it meant heading a few states away from the family, but I still found the means to go back on holidays and breaks. As time went on, and college curriculum got harder, I found more and more need to lean into those moments away with family. I mean, sure, I still managed to let off steam as college kids do, and I did well enough in the lady department, but still, there's something to be said about coming home and spending time with loved ones that reminds you of the simple things.
With the first year away under my belt, and when Dani was a senior in High School, everything else seemed to get easier. Yet that year, when I came home on spring break, it just so
happened to be when Mom and Dad were vacationing in California's Wine Country. Annoying as that was, it gave Dani and I a whole week just to ourselves. We got to catch up and bond like never before. Honestly, that week was when my sister started to become more of a friend, which was a weird thing to say.
We caught up on our yearly shenanigans, dating lives, school and work, and whatever. We had a Star Wars marathon, played endless board games, and just messed around doing whatever stupid things came to mind. It was just good, honest fun. Then, just like that, the week was over and it was time to make the long trek back east. But not before we made a pledge to meet up every year after.
To really understand what happened next, one would have to better understand Danielle as a whole. I have nothing but love and respect for my sister. She, like myself, strives to be as kind and caring as possible and "do the whole do well unto others" life. Yet at the same time, she is also pretty sarcastic, pretty snarky, and pretty... well she's pretty.
Look, I know there's no avoiding the obvious here, but when considering all context and narrative expectations, it should go without saying that yes, I think my sister is an attractive human being; inside and out. She has that cute personality of the girl next door if they were also somewhat of a not-so-secretive nerd. She kept active, being in both track and volleyball, yet not-so-secretively wanted to be in the drama club. If you took all the stereotypes in high school and turn them into a Venn Diagram; she'd be the one flipping you off in the middle. So yeah, she was that girl; cute enough to get Prom Queen, but hip enough to reject it.
So that's Dani; my compulsive, spunky, witty, cute, and almost filterless little sister. It then came as no surprise when she moved to Austin, Texas to study Interior Design, followed closely after by Seattle, Washington for literature. Literally, every year after high school she was on the move, sometimes twice a year. I think it was when she was in Salt Lake City she finally stopped with college altogether. By then, she didn't need it. She made contacts, learned a thing or two, then would move on to her next destination that somehow piqued her interest. I wasn't one to complain as each year, I'd go see her wherever she was and in so doing, got to travel the nation. It was our tradition. Yet while we had our adventures, back home things were different.
For our folks, it was a little hard at first with the empty house and quiet rooms. But I blame Dani and her exploits across the country for somehow passing on the travel bug. Wishing for their own adventure, they decided to move westward. Dad sold the shop and the house was next. They bought up some acres outside of those vineyards in California they loved so much. As Dad put it, they were gonna spend their next chapter tilling the earth or something like that.
And that was it, childhood was over. Adulthood coming in hot. Didn't know what to expect next, but leave it to Dani to shake things up.
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March 2004.
GREENSBORO, NORTH CAROLINA
It never fails; when traveling at an airport, you will always find yourself stuck behind someone who is standing on the moving walkways. And so, here I was, backpack slung over my shoulder after a five-hour flight to North Carolina. Everything I brought was able to fit in the overhead bin, and now stuck behind a family with far too many bags just standing there, congesting the walkway. As my agitation began to rise, I calmed myself. I was in no hurry. None at all.
Maneuvering through the airport was a different challenge. After passing families reuniting, the businessmen and women running here and there as if perpetually late for whatever is next, I made it to the gaggle of chauffeurs all patiently holding signs to find their hired client. As I passed the last group, I suddenly stopped, a moment of doubt washed over me, but I know I saw what I thought I saw.
I turned back finding in the sea of signs and people, a lone female agent waiting for a "Mr. Dickhead". And of course, the bearer of said sign wearing aviator shades, an oversized chauffeur's hat & coat, and a shit-eating grin, was my dear sister, Dani.
With a smile on my face, I shook my head and approached.
"Mr. Dickhead?" she asked raising an eyebrow. Her smile was so bright it could be seen by the blind.
"Um, Mr. Dickhead is my father. Just Dickhead is fine. " I replied. Fun to lean into it sometimes. I nodded to her cap, "Where'd you get that?"
She looked up, at least I think she did. Hard to tell with the glasses.
"Oh!" she said nodding to the gentleman beside her. "That's Tommy's," she said as Tommy looked down at her nervously. Like so many of her victims, the poor chap had fallen in love with her with little effort of her own. He's far from the first, and God knows, he is far from the last.
She handed him the cap and jacket, leaving herself in a deep green halter-top and torn-fitted jeans. She thanked Tommy and he mumbled his response, oblivious to his elderly guest who approached saying "Hello? Hellooo? I'm Ms. Cunningham. Hello?"
Dani looked back to me and burst with an excited "So good to see you!" as she yanked me into a firm hug by her surprisingly firm body. She was never one I would consider overweight but also was never one to frequent the gym as far as I was aware.
As quick as it started, she released me causing my senses to flood back.
"Good to see you too, Sis," I somehow squeaked out as she pulled away, her hand staying on my chest.
"You," she said with a soft pat-pat-pat of her hand, "Really need a shower."
"What?" I sniffed my shirt. "Smell's alright to me."
"Oh jeez, I'm sure it does," she rolled her eyes as she took off her sunglasses, hooking them into the collar of her top. Her blue eyes sparkled. "Come on smelly man. I parked in the hourly lot."
Twenty minutes later we were on a backcountry highway. Dani drove us in an old station wagon that hugged the roadways as we ventured out of Greensboro.
Rolling green hills passed by in an endless cycle, peppered with old trees and fences in various conditions. The day was passing quickly and already the first few shades of pink could be seen as the sun began its descent.
"Beautiful isn't it?" Dani said as we cruised along.
"Never been out this way before. Feel like we are in the good 'ol heart of America."
I could hear her smile. "I totally thought the same thing," she replied before turning to look at me. "You got two weeks off this time, right? Just like I asked?"
Nodding my head. "I did but I may be in hot water when I get back. Gonna' clue me in on what's going on with this trip?" I didn't need to look to know she was smiling.
"Soon! You're gonna love this. It's gonna blow your fucking mind."
Rounding a turn revealed a field in the middle of a harvest. A large combine cut the crop like it was getting a haircut. The driver waved as we passed and my sister returned the gesture.
"Where exactly are we going?" I asked.
"Heading out to a friend of mine. Been staying there for about the last few months."
"In Greensboro? I didn't even know when you moved out here."
She cut me a side eye, obviously hiding something. "I don't tell you everything."
"So Chicago, Seattle, Portland, New York..." I began.
"Mm-hmmm" she smiled, hands at two and ten on the wheel.
"... I know I'm missing a few here, but these are major cities."
"So astute."
"Well, I mean, you've been in these big places and now here, the great expanse of nothingness," I said gesturing with sweeping arms at the scenic landscape.
With her face aghast but a hint of a smile, she turned to me. "You say that like we are way out in the boonies! This isn't-"
"Dani!" I shouted, eyes on the road.
Tires screeched as the car skidded to a stop. A mere two feet from us stood an unshaken lamb, staring at me as it casually chewed on whatever lambs eat.
"Jesus Christ," Dani exhaled, unbuckling her seatbelt as she leaned out the window. "Charlie! Charlie, get your dumb ass out of the road!"
Charlie stared back, unmoved. He blinked, then sauntered off to the side, a dull bell around his neck clunking with each step.
Dani slipped back inside. "That fucking lamb. I swear he is the dumbest..." she trailed off.
"Friend of yours?" I asked.
She glared. "No," and re-buckled her seatbelt. "But we're here."
We turned to the right, driving down a road of dirt and gravel. It sliced through a field of knee-high, green grass and scattered oak trees. From behind them all appeared a picturesque little blue house. White trim with actual shutters. Small porch in the front with an even larger red barn peeking out the back. The only thing that would make this more complete would be a sleeping dog on the porch... ah, there he is. The biggest damn sheepdog on God's green earth reared its head as our tires crunched the gravel driveway.
"Hiya, Winston!" Dani called to him, and that tiny bear sprung to life like it was just a pup.
She parked and jumped out while the furry beast hobbled down to smother her in fur kisses. The two of them played in what appeared to be a ritual greeting, both jumping with excitement. Slinging my backpack over my shoulder, I climbed out of the car and into the warm evening.
"Winston! Down!" a voice called from the house. The dog instantly turned and lumbered back to his master.
On the porch near the now open door stood an older woman, composed and almost regal yet wearing an old plaid shirt tucked into her jeans. Silver streaks ran through her straight black hair, cut just at the shoulder. By the way she dried her hands on the cloth, we must have either interrupted her in prepping dinner or cleaned up from it. The sudden scent of roasting chicken answered my inquiry.
"Hey, Barb," Dani called up to the woman as she skipped up the steps to the porch, ruffling Winston's fur to his pure delight. The two women embraced in a warm hug.
"I was wondering when you'd get in. Figured I'd still have about half an hour," Barb said as she pulled back, her eyes turning to me. "This handsome young man can't be Richard."
"I'm afraid so," I smiled back, following Dani up the steps. "Barbara is it?" I asked extending my hand.
"Barb is fine," she replied as she brushed my hand away. "No need for that. Come here," and suddenly I was pulled into a tight hug by this stranger. "I can't tell you how happy I am to finally meet you!" she said pulling back.
"Well, I am sure you must be exhausted. Danielle, why don't you show him his room so he can get settled."
"Thanks," I said. "Is there a shower I could use to freshen up? I am told I am unfit for the public." My side eye to Dani was not meant to be stealthy. Dani scrunched her nose and giggled.
Barb waved it off. "Oh, hush. You just smell like a man who's spent a day in the sun. Dinner's in ten minutes."
And with that, she and Winston retreated inside the old house as Dani nodded to follow.
"Come on, right up the stairs."
A room had been prepped for me and after my day of travel, it felt kingly indeed. It was a country house to be sure. Hardwood floors, a queen bed with a blue quilted cover, a dresser, a rug, and a cross-stitched picture of a sunflower hanging on the wall. In addition, there was a Jack-and-Jill bathroom connecting Dani's room to my own.
I set my bag down on the bed and felt the gentle breeze from the open window, causing the white lace curtains to sway. From outside I could hear chickens clucking, followed soon after by the crow of an honest-to-god rooster. Downstairs the sounds of plates being set and Dani's laughter bounced up the wooden stairs. After the business of the plane and airport, the serenity of this house and country was almost shockingly peaceful. These old houses were meant to breathe, and that simple fact helped me to take a deep breath and let out all the tension and stress. That baggage would be left behind.
After changing my shirt, I had just enough time to splash some water on my face before Dani poked her head into the bathroom.
"Hey! You 'bout ready?" she asked. "Barbara's made her famous chicken. So yummy."
"Yeah, totally. Been smelling it since I came in," I said shaking the water off my hands. "So hey, you gonna fill me in on what's going on? I mean, Barb, North Carolina, the fact that suddenly you are a total country girl? Compared to our normal yearly meetups, I'm a little in the dark here."
"I know, I'm sorry. Just trust me, I'll fill you in after dinner. Then we will have plenty of time to catch up."
A heavy sigh left me. It was a long day, and I knew better than to argue with Dani.
"Sure thing."
"Thanks, Dickhead. I'll see you down there." And just like that, she was gone again.
To say dinner was amazing would fail to do it justice. Barbara had prepared a small feast of a lemon & herb roasted chicken, cooked over carrots and onions which bathed in the savory juices of the meat. The skin was crisp, the meat was moist, and the homemade buttermilk biscuits almost brought a tear to my eye. Barb must have been working on this all afternoon but she insisted multiple times over that it took no effort.
We ate, we drank, and we laughed and laughed. There are few people I can say this about but it is amazing to me how a year can pass between these moments with my sister but as soon as we are back together, we instantly fall right back in sync. We quoted Ghostbusters, shared hometown stories, Barbara regaled us with the exploits of Charlie; the world's dumbest lamb, and Winston kept searching under the table for any fallen scraps, nearly knocking over each chair he passed with his behemoth size.
After the dishes were cleared and collectively cleaned, Barbara bid us a good night leaving Dani and I to chat alone at the kitchen table.
We watched her leave with her sleepy dog trotting behind.
"She's the best. I friggin' love that woman," Dani said as she poured herself another glass of Chardonnay.
"So how'd you two meet?"
"Ah!" Her eyes lit up as she leaned forward. "It was actually a couple years back when I lived in New York. I was working on a special project and ended up getting in contact with her late husband, Hank."
She leaned back, placing a hand over her heart. "Honestly, he was the sweetest guy, Richie, he really was. Polite, caring, and thought the world of Barbara. That man loved his wife, no questions asked. To see them together, you'd think they just started dating." Tears welled up in her eyes and she took a deep breath; composing herself.
"So," she began. "I ended up getting in contact with Hank and we ended up chatting back and forth from time to time. When they found out I was passing through, they offered to put me up for a couple of days and that began to be a regular thing up until last Fall. I was coming down to spend a weekend here and found out Hank passed away not long before. I couldn't leave Barb like that so the weekend turned into a week, then a month, and before you know it, here I am."
"What about your job?" I asked.
"That I can now do from anywhere."
I must have had a questioning look on my face, either that or she read my mind.
"I'm kinda like a journalist now. Kinda. More like editorials and stuff for... Have you heard of 'Anastasia'? The Magazine?"
After a moment's thought, I shook my head. "Sorry."
"No worries," she said. "It's kinda one of those girlie rags like Cosmo, but anyway, I met an editor for them in Seattle and started writing for them last year. Mostly I do little thought pieces and get paid when I post, then bonuses based on how many views, and, blah-blah-blah. They told me to get a laptop, get a camera, and wished me luck."
"And you enjoy it?" I asked.
"I actually do." She met my eyes and smiled.
I raised my glass. "Well, here's to finding joy."
She clinked her glass to my own. "To new adventures."
We drank.
It's the simplest things that can be the most rewarding. Like finding joy from throwing a perfect pass in football, hearing the same joke over and over but for some reason it still brings you to tears, or when you have seen something your entire life and never realized how beautiful it truly was.
She didn't know it, but I could not take my eyes off her at that moment. Her own gaze drifted off into the distance, introducing whatever warm thought that could cause a smile. Time felt like a whisper, gently floating by. A slight breeze drifted in from the open window causing a strand of brown hair to fall from behind her ear. Without a thought, she causally brushed it back. She was at peace, blue eyes sparkling, lips turned in a subtle grin, the tiny hairs on her slender neck suddenly rippled with goosebumps as she suppressed a small shiver.
Dani's eyes traveled back to mine as I leaned back into the corner of the sofa with my arm stretched across the top. She reached out and squeezed my hand.
"Thank you so much for coming with me," she said. "Not just the trip, but always being there, and always flying out to meet me wherever I am. I know I don't say it enough but it really means a lot to me."
"You're welcome, Dani," I said. "You're my sister. We're family, it's what we do."
She let go of my hand.
"I know, and you say that and it makes sense, but you've been there for me a whole hell of a lot more than I've been there for you." She squeezed into her own corner, tucking her legs under. "I mean you've helped me over the rough nights of bad decisions and shitty breakups, and... and..."
"I haven't really had many for you to help with, I guess," I admitted. In retrospect, kinda made me sad to say it out loud.
She rolled her eyes. "That's such bullshit."
"It's true. I don't really have any time for much with work and all."
"But when you were in college-"
"In college, I spent most of my time studying or working part-time." I laughed. "I guess I haven't really reached out for help because I don't have much going on that required it."
"Yeah but now-"
"I don't really have the time, Dani." I was getting frustrated and failing to hide it. "I'm at work most days by five, spend most of the time running around the city inspecting attics or foundation and crawling into God knows what, then I'm in the office filling out the reports for my gigs and lining up work for the rest of the team until seven. Then have to figure out dinner which most of the time ends up being take-out on the way home which still has me fighting traffic, and then crashing on the couch because I'm too sore to make it to my bed. Then what do I do the next day? Same as the day before"
It wasn't until the silence that I realized how loud I was getting. I shrank a little letting the quiet sit back in.
Dani just stared at me over the rim of her glass as she took a deep, long sip.
"Richie," she said "You really need to reset your priorities."
Oh, that hurt. "What?... I..."
"Man, no wonder it takes you so long to wind down and loosen up."
"I'm plenty loosened up. They just ask a lot of me and no one else..."
"No one else works as hard as you? No one else is pulling their weight? You mean to tell me that you are the only one who can do the things you do?"
"No, I'm just the only one that does it right."
She stared at me again letting my statement hang in the air.
"Richard, do you ever wonder if you may be spending so much time looking for issues elsewhere that you aren't addressing the ones in your own life?"
If the couch could swallow me now, I would let it.
I took a deep breath. "Look, Dani, I know things aren't the way I want them to be right now. But I got a job and I'm making a name for myself and if I keep at it, I mean..." try as I might, I couldn't complete the sentence as it dawned on me I didn't know where it would go.
Dani spoke.
"Do you like what you do?"
"I'm good at it."
The wind blowing through the window suddenly informed me how heated I had become.
"I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm so defensive about it."
She smiled and looked at me. "You're fine. I'm your sister," she said with a whimsical shrug. "It's my job to rile you up."
I laughed "Thanks?"
"Just know, I think you are more than your job."
She smiled again and drained her glass before standing up.
"Come on," she said. "I want to show you something."
The air outside was cool, almost cold, but fresh. The moon had already fallen as we walked beneath a canopy of stars brighter than I'd ever seen it. This couldn't possibly be the same sky that I've seen all my life. But of course it was, just without the city's lights bleeding into the night. Dani sensed my awe and walked on, leading me to the red barn.
With a loud grumble and grown, Dani slid open the door to the barn and flipped a switch hidden on the side. Amber light filled the room showing much of what you'd expect to see; bales of hay, pitchforks, rakes, shovels, barrels, etc...
Yet in the back was a workbench, complete with wrenches and hammers and mason jars holding varying sizes of nuts and bolts and whatever. An engine hoist earned its name holding an engine in mid-air with thick chains. A single lightbulb hung down from the rafters shedding light on the tiny motes of dust that danced in the air. Beneath it was the unmistakable silhouette of a pickup, hidden beneath a tan cloth.
I knew that outline.
"Holy shit," I breathed as I found myself walking toward the back, drawn to this shrouded vehicle.
Reaching down, I grasped the side of the covering, then looked back to Danielle. She nodded, granting permission.
I peeled back the cloth revealing a familiar cobalt blue bumper. It was! I pulled it free completely and confirmed my hopes. There before me was a perfect 1956 Chevy Cameo.
Dani spoke, suddenly beside me.
"When I said I had a special project, this was it," she said. "I wanted to see if I could track down a Cameo. Specifically a 1956 Cameo that spent time in Dayton twelve years ago."
"Mom was a major help. She was able to find a copy of the correspondence with the person Dad sold it to back in '94. It was some guy up in Akron who was a franchise owner of a bunch of restaurants. And without boring you with the details, it turns out it changed hands a couple times in a couple years until it was traded to a farmer somewhere in North Carolina. Someone who just wanted to surprise his wife with a gift of endless country drives."
I reached the driver's side door and grasped the handle, feeling that long-missed mechanical connection as the weight of the door opened. With a step, I climbed in and sat behind the wheel. The passenger door opened and Dani stepped inside.
A lifetime of memories washed back over me.
Gripping the steering wheel, I turned back to Danielle. "This isn't just a Cameo... this is Daisy?"
My sister shrugged, then looked at the dashboard. There, painted with enough detail to appear factory-made, was the flower left by our mother years before.
"Holy shit!" I said. "You found Daisy!"
Dani started laughing. "Surprise!"
"Holy shit!"
"And that, dear brother, is why we are here," she said.
"What do you mean?"
Dani wiped away a tear. "Hank took great care of her for the short time he had it, but his work is unfinished. I know you and Dad used to work on it all the time, so I thought that maybe you could help me get her back up and running?"
"Oh my god, yes! Absolutely!"
"Awesome!" she replied. "And, if we can get her running, maybe, if you want, you can help me drive her home."
"Seriously?" I asked, nearly at a loss for words.
Dani nodded.
"Where's home?" I asked, half joking.
"Just west.... California."
"California?!"
She nodded.
"The state?!"
She nodded.
"Dani that is basically across the whole country."
Dani reached out, tugging at my sleeve.
"I know, I know. It's a lot. Trust me, I know. But it'll be fun! A family road trip and we will get to see the whole country instead of just a small chunk."
"Dani-"
"We will have a great time! I promise. We can do trivia, we can sight-see, you name it. I even have the course plotted out for us and it should take about six, maybe seven days, depending on our speed."
There is no denying it, this sounded incredible.
"But what about my flight back?"
"You will still be able to make it," she said, though sheepishly.
"... care to tell me how? It's already booked... isn't it."
"It is... from San Francisco."
That conniving little...
"You conniving little..."
"Please don't be mad! Please! That part wasn't my idea. It was Mom's."
"Mom's in on this?!"
"Kinda, sorta, but not completely. You know she loved riding in that truck just as much as Dad loved to drive it, if not more so. When I told her I found Daisy, she was blown away! She had a heart-to-heart conversation with Barbara about it a month ago and here we are."
The plot thickens.
"What about Dad?"
Dani shook her head. "He has no idea and Mom wants to keep it that way. She wants to give it to Dad as an early anniversary present."
"And Barb's okay with this?"
Dani shrugged. "They worked something out. If I'm being honest with you, I think she would have given it to me if I asked, but I never could do that to her."
She reached out and squeezed my hand.
"Look, I know road trips suck. And I know I'm springing this on you last minute, which can make you look like the bad guy, but please know I was sworn to secrecy. You know how Mom can be sometimes."
She squeezed again, then let go.
"Tell you what; think about it for now. We still have to make her sea-worthy before this ship can sail. Would you be able to at least help with that?"
I looked over at her, my dear sister. Of course I would do it.
With a heavy sigh, perhaps more for show, I said "I'll do it."
"You will?!"
Begrudgingly, I nodded. "Yup."
"Thank you!" she leaped toward me, practically pinning me to the door in her hug. Then, just as suddenly, she pulled back. "Wait, just so I'm not jumping to conclusions; are you agreeing to the drive too, or just the fixing it up part?"
"Both," I said.
Rarely have I seen her with a more pure of heart smile. She dove back into her hug, pressing her head to my chest. With little thought, I returned the gesture, left hand resting on her back while the right landed on her side, right on that space where her shirt pulled up just enough to leave the smooth of her skin bare.
It wasn't intended to be intimate, perhaps that's why she allowed it to linger, or maybe that's why she squeezed just a little tighter. Maybe for her, it was an innocent hug showing appreciation to a loved one, but for me, it was a reminder of the feel of a woman melting across my body. It had been too long. My lines were blurring and try all I could, my hormones were refusing to acknowledge a difference between kin and conquest. And the results were starting to rise.
"Thank you," she said again into my chest. "And I was just giving you shit earlier." I could feel each breath she took. "You smell fine."
She shifted for a moment, then pulled away.
"I'll see you in the morning. Bright and early." She started to climb out of the cab. "You coming?"
"In a moment," I told her. I needed to calm down in more ways than one.
She yawned "Don't stay up too late. Tomorrow we get this kitty to purr once more." She patted the hood and shut the door.
"G'night Dickhead," she said as she walked out.
"Goodnight," I replied, watching her shape as she went.
Shit, I was in trouble.
I slept hard. Like, check my pulse hard. I half expected to rise with a crowing rooster but was only slightly disappointed to find that wasn't the case. Instead, it was the fresh smell of bacon and coffee and the sound of birds chirping outside. Damn, this was nice.
Stumbling out of bed and throwing on jeans and a shirt, I found my way downstairs, following my nose to the kitchen where a plate of eggs, bacon, toast, and fried tomatoes was already waiting for me. A barely steaming cup of coffee sat beside it with a note.
"Mornin'
Barb's out doing farm stuff.
I'm doing yoga.
Eat up and I'll meet you in the barn.
D"
Oh, I went to town on those eggs and downed the coffee just as quickly. With a second cup poured, I made my way outside.
The sun was shining through the trees onto the green grass and what I can now see as a cornfield stretching out behind the barn. Chickens were strutting along here and there, pecking at insects and seeds. Birds were chirping, the wind blowing, and way far off one could just barely make out the sound of a tractor rumbling away doing whatever it is they do.
Taking a sip of my coffee, I spotted Winston, stretched out and resting on the porch next to me.
"Morning pooch," I said to him. He raised his head, then lowered it again with a heavy huff. Oh, the life of a dog.
Just then, I noticed a small splash of color beneath a tree about a couple dozen yards away. Dani was stretching in a very tight, pink tank top and equally right black leggings. Her hair was tied up in a loose bun keeping her shoulders and neck bare. Little of her form was left to the imagination.
Taking a moment to ruffle the dog's fur, I began to make my way to Dani.
So serene and centered. Here I found my dear sister balancing on one leg while her hands pressed together as if praying. She was facing away from me but casually looked over her shoulder having somehow heard my approach.
"Aren't you up early," she said before taking a deep breath now with greater posture than I've ever seen her hold. Seriously, how is she not falling over?
"Guess I was just too excited to get a start on the day," I responded. "This new?"
"What?" She turned slightly yet her body stepped forward like she was frozen mid-stride, pointing her arms straight up. "Yoga?"
I took a sip. "Yeah."
"Not really." She leaned forward and rotated her torso, keeping her feet firmly planted while one hand touched her forward calve and the other stretched to the heavens. My god, it was a sight.
"I started about ten months ago for my column. It's kinda about... health. Enough people recommended this so I gave it a go and kinda like it. Great for a morning workout." She switched sides, now facing me as she stretched and blew a stray strand of hair out of her face.
"... Kinda weird if you just stand there and watch," she said.
"Sorry," I replied but didn't bat an eye. "I'm just having a hard time understanding how this is a workout. This is just the stretching you do before it, right?"
"Smart ass. You know very well what this is."
I shrugged. "Well, I have heard, but never seen. Doesn't seem like much."
This time it was her eyebrow that raised. "Oh really? That why you over there being all pervy?"
Feigning shock. "What?" I said "Me? Pervy?! How dare you?!"
She then straightened back up pointing her fingers to the air once more.
"Oh, I dare, alright!" I could sense the jest in her. "You just wish you had a girlfriend who could do what I do."
"Yeah right." I laughed. It was true, but I'm not telling her that.
"But you'd only date good girls, knowing you," she said as she wiggled her hips finding a new center.
Her eyes narrowed as a look of mischief danced in her smile.
"Hey Dickhead," she said as she stood up straight, legs together. "You know the difference between good girls and bad girls?"
"What's that?"
She shrugged. "Oh, not much. Just good girls bend at the knees. Bad girls..." She locked eyes on me "Bend at the waist."
And with that, she leaned down, legs straight, and went into the only pose I knew; Downward Dog. She was like a small pyramid with her hands and feet on the ground but her back, arms, and legs straight. She knew I had an unobstructed view of her ass, firmly squeezed into those yoga pants, and she did nothing to hide it. Such a boss move.
"Jeez, alright, you win. Well played, Dani." I said as I turned to head back to the house. "I'll see you in the barn."
All I could hear was a sing-song reply of "Love you Big Bro!" from her direction as I retreated, knowing she was still holding that pose with her perfect ass in the air.
It took us the better part of a week to make that truck sing. Each day we'd get up at dawn and have an amazing breakfast, followed immediately by Danielle getting in her morning workout. I myself would go for a walk around the property with Winston trotting at my side as I marveled at the beauty of the country slowly waking.
By mid-morning, we'd get to work on the truck. Hours and hours of grease, sweat, and dirt would pass while Dani and myself labored inside and under Daisy; lubing, tightening, turning, cranking, and a whole lot of swearing (mainly from me). At times we'd have to make a trip into town for various parts, then again when we found it was the wrong one. The days were long, but man, this was a work I truly loved.
Each night when the light began to fade, we'd retreat to the house to clean ourselves up. Barb, like a magician, had dinner ready each and every night by the time we were both freshly showered.
We would feast, drink, and reminisce about days past, then retire to the living room to continue the merriment. Dani was an endless trove of joyful randomness, while Barb would tell of her own adventures with Hank as they traveled across the US by motorbike before freeways were established. Having not much to add, I would take it all in, listening to tales of other lives while trying to convince Winston that he was not in fact a lapdog as he tried to curl up with me on the couch. It was a battle that I always lost.
As the evening would draw on, eventually Barb would bid us goodnight and leave Dani and me to our devices. It's funny to think about but every night, after our host left, we would move closer to each other and lower our voices as if we had a plot we were concocting, or something worthy of utmost secrecy. Those secrets worthy of such actions were actually not far away, but for now, there was something else in the air. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the day of hard labor, or maybe it was that feeling that even though we spent the day side-by-side, it wasn't until now that we were actually together. Each of us basking in the warmth of drink, relaxation, safe space, and good company.
Eventually, I could fight off sleep no more and would head back to my room, leaving my sister to the night. And each time, as I ascended the stairs, I could already hear the clicking and clacking of her typing away on her laptop writing God knows what.
Dani, she really was incredible. I felt honored that she had so much faith in me to be able to restore Daisy to all her glory, but if I'm being honest, I would not have been able to do any of it without her. She was like a perfect partner, willing and able. If I was about to ask for a tool, she'd already be handing it. When unable to squeeze into a space, she'd volunteer before being asked. Chances are too that we'd have been wrapped sooner if it wasn't for me. For you see, she wasn't just my greatest aide, she was also my greatest distraction.
At the start of the first day, she had a tight denim button-up and her hair tied in a handkerchief looking like a modern-day Rosy the Riveter; ready to tackle any challenge. At times this wasn't an issue at all until she moved and the fabric hugged her in just the right way to remind one that a feminine figure was beneath. I knew then I'd never be able to look at those Rosy posters the same way. Yet that wasn't even the worst of it. It was her banter that nearly did me in.
She'd giggle when we lubed up the pistons. Kept saying "She's so tight" when trying to unscrew the engine bolts. Called herself a "Dirty Girl" after she spilled the engine oil on herself. Then, after she insisted on getting under Daisy with me, both on creepers (which of course she laughed at), she would make quips about how it was always a good time to "work on my back". It should go without saying that all this had been done to get a rise out of me, but none was as impactful as the accidental touches.
When my bare elbow would bump against hers for only a moment while we worked under the truck.
When she would hold open the hood and I would stretch in front, our sides brushing together.
When we would both entwine our arms trying to rotate the tire jack to replace the tires.
Each time felt electric. I felt like my own engine had been started; a low, tumbling roar deep within just idling and waiting for a green light. I would chastise myself, try and shake it off as my body sensed the closeness of a woman but paid little attention to blood relations. I knew who she was, and I knew it was wrong. But it has been too long. That was why I felt this way. That had to be it. There wasn't anything there; I'm just picking up on the wrong signals again.
But then our eyes would connect.
There would be just a moment, a brief twinkle that I saw in those blue eyes. A spark. A flush to the skin, still visible beneath the light sheen of sweat and oil. It was the way she brushed a strand of hair back. I could see her breath catch, as I know mine had.
And then we'd blink, and the moment was gone.
There's nothing there. There couldn't be... right?
A loud thunk could be heard through the whole shed as I closed the hood. If I was correct, that should be it. Job's done. But then again there may be something I'm forgetting. Mentally I was checking and rechecking all our work as I wiped my hands on a rag.
Mumbling to myself, I looked over the pickup. "Engine's balanced. All lines were connected, belts on tight but not too tight. She's got oil. Alignment's correct..."
"Hey, Richie!" I hear calling from outside.
Turning, I spy Dani dangling a set of keys as she struts up with a smug grin.
"Wanna do the honors?" she asked.
I remember the feel of the key sliding into the ignition; each tumbler clinking as it slipped into place. My other hand gripped the steering wheel tightly. Dani sat beside me holding her breath. The world felt muted in the cabin, but though we said nothing, our excitement was all but screaming through our weak composure.
I looked at my sister, "Finger's crossed..."
With a foot on the clutch, I turned the ignition... and Daisy sang.
Her roar was like music, accompanied but the percussion of the rumbling engine. Holy shit we fixed her.
Dani was ecstatic, she screamed for joy and launched herself in for a hug across the bench seat. I turned to accept only to find her lips pressing hard into mine. Those lips, those soft, yet firm lips of my sister's sparked my own plug. It felt like a damn burst and I could hear the world.
And then, just as quickly, she pulled back, giggling with excitement.
"I'm gonna go tell Barb!" she exclaimed as she dove out of the cabin as if a major thing that we don't do wasn't just done.
She kissed me. That wasn't our thing. We were hugging siblings, we don't kiss.
But I could still feel her on my lips like a phantom touch.
What the hell just happened?!?
Cold water was a blessing. I faced the shower, head lifted up with my eyes shut and let it pour across my heated skin. I could feel it washing away the sweat and grime while pacifying this furnace inside. Looking down, the unmistakable signs of an erection still lingered. Not quite full mast, but if the wind blew just right, I might lose consciousness by the sudden relocation of blood.
I could just rub one out right now, can't I? Would that be weird? That's all I need to do, I'm sure. Too much baby batter on the brain. I don't need long.
Already sensing what was to come, literally, my cock had risen to the occasion while I debated the politeness of jerking off in an old lady's bathroom... Well, guest bathroom; as if that somehow made it better.
Reaching up, I steadied myself on the tile wall with one hand while my other grasped my turgid rod. It felt like fire, furiously refusing to yield to the cold water raining down from the shower head. Steady, with purpose, I began to stroke.
Images ran through my head as I searched for an image to fuel me. Memories of pleasure cascaded through my consciousness in a chaotic parade of lust.
I saw Juliet, my first love bending over her father's bed the time her parents went out of town. She shuddered in a seemingly endless wave of orgasms as we both discovered a magical angle to thrust.
There was Stacey. She was older than me by a couple of years. I was at a crowded campus party sitting on the couch when she sat down beside me, right on my hand. It was an innocent accident anyone could make while forgoing panties and only wearing a dangerously short skirt. She looked at me, raised an eyebrow, and settled in. She sipped her solo cup while my fingers squeezed inside her.
And Gloria. My god Gloria. We fooled around all summer in '03, but I will never forget the time we just stayed in and listened to grunge rock all day long, rarely bothering with clothes as we just kept tearing them off each other. The way her tits brushed against my chest when she rode me... That will do it.
I could feel the wave approach.
"Richie!" Dani's voice called from beyond the door. "Ritchie, dinner's ready. You comin'?"
Oh shit, Dani. My sister. Images of her flashed in my mind, now twisted by my perverse state. Glancing over her shoulder at me while she stretched in the morning, wiggling her hips suggestively. Or her looking at me over her wine glass while we sit on the couch. Her eyes burn holes in me as she bites her lips and slowly spreads her legs. I see... no... I can feel her pulling on my collar while we are in the cabin. Pressing her lips to mine then opening as her tongue snakes into my own willing mouth. Her arms wrap around my neck as she presses her body against my own, straddling my lap.
"Rich?" she called again.
Fuck, now all I saw was Dani. She was bending over Juliet's bed, beckoning me to slip inside. She was sitting on my fingers at the party with a playful look. Listening to Alice and Chains while grinding on my cock harder than... what was her name?
Oh fuck.
I felt my body tense, muscles tightening.
Not to her. Shit, shit, shit!
But I couldn't stop as a final image entered my head of my dear sister, standing in front of me naked, hair disheveled and skin sweaty and flushed. I see her lips move, mouthing the words to come for her as her chest rises and falls with each deep breath. Her body lowers, she's on her knees while never breaking eye contact. She holds her breasts, lifts them, raises them, and says it again, tells me to come, and I do.
With a final heavy thrust into my fist, my cock erupts painting the checkered tiles. Waves of bliss crash through me as I shudder to each string of ejaculate. Through clenched teeth, I slowly return to earth.
"Rich?"
Oh shit!
I stop. Catch my breath and turn off the water.
"Yeah?" I call back.
There is a brief pause.
"... Dinner's ready," she said. "You okay?"
I can see my come dripping down the wall and a shudder trickles up my spine knowing who caused it.
"Yeah," I said. "... I'm done."
"Kay... See you down there." Footsteps fading away. I was alone again, only this time, awash with shame and confusion.
It was tough to sleep that night. Perhaps it was the excitement of the journey to come or the sadness of the newfound friendship being left behind, but I found I had come to cherish this place. The sounds of the world waking up in the early morning. The way the wind seems to sweeten as it blows through the cornfield. Even Charlie, that good-for-nothing lamb that stalked us in the shadows. I have no idea why I'm going to miss that stupid animal.
Sleep eventually did arrive, and the slumber was deep.
The sun had barely risen over the oaks when we were loading up the truck for the ride. Honestly, it took no time at all as both Dani and I carried what we could in a backpack, one each, plus an extra bag holding her Yoga mat, emergency repair kit, rope, and a quilt that Barbara insisted we take.
While Dani finished up inside, I bid my farewells to our host on the porch. Thanking her for her overwhelming hospitality and parting with Daisy. She kissed my cheek and wished us safe travels before looking me in the eye.
"You take care of her," she said. "She's a special one."
I nodded knowing she wasn't speaking about the pickup.
Giving Winston one last scratch on his head, I made my way down the stairs and began roping together the bags in the bed of the truck under Winton's watchful gaze. Then, with her bag on her shoulder, Dani exited the house for the last time.
She placed a hand on Barb's shoulder as they softly spoke, then hugged tightly with teary eyes. Eventually, they parted and Dani walked away wiping her tears with the palm of her hand. She climbed into the passenger seat and hugged her backpack in her lap. Following suit, I hopped in and started the truck feeling the almost therapeutic vibrations of the rumbling engine.
I put Daisy into gear and began the trek down the driveway watching the house disappear behind the old oak trees as Barb still waved from the porch.
Dani looked back once, then turned to me with a smile on her face.
"Away we go," she said as the tires rolled over the last feet of gravel and met the smooth surface of the roadway. Our journey westward had begun.
* * *
NORTH CAROLINA TO TENNESSEE
My dear sister really did have this whole trip mapped out, highlighted and everything. The plan was to travel westward along the highways and stop every 6-8 hours or so. Instead of heading straight to our destination too, we were aiming for Southern California first as Dani wanted to take Daisy along the coast before we reached home. We'd then shoot up to the Bay Area, then out to wine country where our parents lived.
It felt weird. Kinda like between this middle ground of anticipation and expectation. When you have that pit in your stomach that feels like pure energy knowing that you just started something big, but at the same time you feel like you just crested a hurdle, or climbed a mountain and now you are in free-fall, aimless, weightless. What was this? Excitement? Apprehension? Whatever it was, neither my sister nor I braved breaking this silence. And so that is how we started as we cruised along Highway 40.
"Minnesota!" Dani cried out, slugging my arm with her fist.
"Ouch! Jesus! What was that?" I flinched as Dani burst out laughing.
"Out-of-state plates," she chuckled pointing to a Buick beside us. Memories of a long-forgotten road trip game resurfaced.
First, to spot the license plates on a car that are different than the state you are in, they get to slug the other person. They were always gentle taps, but my bicep still tingled from her punch.
"Dang, Sis," I said shaking my head. "This is gonna be a long ride."
"That's right, Buddy. How far we've gone so far?"
"About fifty miles. Got a loooong way to go still."
"That's for sure," she said as she pulled her laptop out of her backpack. Within moments the cab was filled with the sounds of a clicking keyboard.
Curiosity then hit me.
"So your work, your job... you just articles for a magazine?" I asked glancing her way.
"Kinda'. I mean, yes, I do but not for print. Not yet. I have a web blog that I post to-"
"Web Blog?" I asked.
"Just a website. My contributions are in a space I call 'Kitty's Corner'." She must have heard me roll my eyes. "I know it's super cringy but it draws in readers."
"It's fine," I shrugged. "I shouldn't be one to judge. So what kind of things do you write about?"
"Really, whatever I want. But based on our readers and the branding of the magazine, subjects tend to be more adventurous in nature?"
"Like travel?"
She tilted her head. "Kinda, sorta, but no. Maybe more along the lines of 'Going to the beach? What bikini-line is best?', or 'How to sneak out after a one-night stand'. That kind of thing."
"Right. I think I get it. But what do you write about?"
She paused a bit. "You really want to know? It gets into stuff we normally don't share."
"Well, now you've piqued my interest."
Dani giggled, scrunching her nose. "Alright, um... so, okay, here's one from a month ago." She settled into her seat. She read, "'Covered in Kumquat: Can your diet change your flavor?'" She turned the computer to me showing a feminine face in profile from nose to chin, tongue extended to lick a gap in a suggestively sliced fruit.
"Flavor?" I asked softly.
"Yeah, like, you know..." she said, eyes pointing down to her groin. "... Your flavor."
It hit me. I could feel my face redden as Dani burst out laughing.
"I told you," she said between breaths.
"Man you really just dove in there, didn't you," I said now laughing myself, then glancing at the picture for a second time. "Wait, is that you?!"
She nodded. "Visual aids lead to clicks, and clicks lead to big bucks. I try to include something eye-catching. And fruit can be surprisingly vagina-like." She giggled some more as I rolled my eyes.
She continued as she turned the screen back to herself. "It's not what I expected but I'm really enjoying it. It's what got me into yoga, met a lot of people, and get to open up a part of myself that I never really explore."
Millions of thoughts were streaming through my mind at once. It was only when I felt the thumps of the lane dividers that I snapped out of it.
I nodded, maybe more for myself. "... If I'm being honest, this was not what I was expecting, but then again, I don't know what I thought you would write about otherwise." I kept nodding. I don't know why. "So that's pretty cool. You write about sex-"
"Sexual health," she corrected.
"Is there a difference?"
"Well, yeah," she continued.
"What? Like sex positions, or how-to's on orgasms?"
"No, we don't... actually we have articles on both of those..." She tilted her head again, "Well shit. It is just a whole bunch of sex."
I started laughing. "I knew it!"
"Buuuuuut," she interjected. "There's more to it than the down and dirty. There is a mental factor, emotional. And for a lot of women; there are some societal hurdles that need breaking down."
"Okay..."
"Like, okay, how often do you masturbate?"
"What?! Jeez, Dani! You can't just ask me that!" Once again, my face was flushed.
"Ugh," she rolled her eyes, somehow annoyed that I didn't answer. "Alright, whatever. Let's just assume it's around one-to-three times per week..."
I kept quiet. Best not to argue with her 'cause God only knows what she'd say if she knew she was low-balling the estimate.
"But for a woman the same age? So while 20-25% of men admit to doing it that frequently a week, only 7-8% of women do."
"Okay," It was a hard conversation to participate in and my thoughts were turning dirty.
"That's one of the things we talk about. That number should be higher! Chicks get handy-randy too!"
An image flashed in my head of Dani, lying on her back on the couch with her knees up, her hand between her thighs.
"So we help them to find peace, not guilt, in spending that special alone time."
The image returned, this time she was in the shower. Condensation covered the glass but her back pressed up against it as her passion-filled voice echoed off the tile.
"I'm sure you know what I mean. Things can be kinda zen-like after a good... session."
Another image. Dani was on a bed, ass in the air while she bit the pillow. Her fingers rubbed between her thighs. Then my own guilt washed over me as I imagined the sheets as my own.
My face must have reddened something fierce, or maybe it was the tightness of my pants as my lonely cock strained against the confines of my trousers; I had to have visually indicated shame, desire, or something. Whatever it was, Dani shifted in her seat and was silent for a moment. Then she took a deep breath and shifted again.
"You're right, we don't normally talk about these things, do we?" she said.
I laughed, though not because it was funny. "No, not really."
She pondered for a moment, "Why do you suppose that is?"
"I don't know. Isn't it weird if we did?"
"Maybe. Well, yes, and no."
"I mean somethings are kinda' private," I said.
"Yeah, but why?"
"Why what?"
"Like why can't we discuss this? Why does it have to be private?"
"I don't know. Isn't that the polite thing to do?"
"Seriously, Richie?"
A long, heavy sigh escaped my lips. "I don't know, alright? I just don't know. I don't know what I'm supposed to say. I don't know what I'm supposed to think. I don't know why I feel I'm supposed to know what to say, or think, or do, or whatever. This whole thing is a little uncomfortable."
From her, for a moment, there was just silence as I stared ahead guiding the truck between the lanes.
"Richie, I hear you," she said. "I do. But If I'm being honest here, something I have found is that it is good, no, it is healthy, to discuss personal things with someone you trust." Her eyes waited for me to meet hers. "But I don't have anyone who fits that except you. There are things I'm working out, some things I need to get off my chest, and others that, honestly," she pointed to the laptop, "I'm just figuring out on the fly."
She closed her laptop, deflated, then continued.
"Look, I'm sorry if I haven't been keeping in touch as much as I should. Also, I can see how it is weird for most brothers and sisters to talk about these things. Yet, for some reason, I feel comfortable doing that around you. I know you hear me, and you listen, but I also understand that you need that too so if talking about this stuff is weird for you, we don't have to."
The hum of the road filled the cabin again as no words were spoken.
I relaxed my grip on the steering wheel after noticing my knuckles were white.
"Sorry, Sis," I said. "I may have overreacted."
"No, you didn't. I kinda' sprung this all on you. So I should be the one to apologize."
Daring to steal a glance over, she met my eyes and smiled that smile that can melt anyone's heart. Damn you, Dani.
"Okay, okay," I said. "I tell you what. We have a long ass trip ahead of us so we might as well get the most out of it as we can. As far as I'm concerned, Daisy has always been a safe place. So, anything you want to talk about, anything at all, I will try and be open."
Her eyes sparkled once more.
"Thank you, Richie!" she said as she suddenly leapt toward me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. I barely was able to keep Daisy in her lane.
"Jeez! But let's try to get there in one piece, alright?!" I laughed.
"Oops. Will do," she said as she settled back into her seat. "Oh, and that goes both ways, by the way."
"What?"
"The open-book thing. If you will be that way for me, the least I can be is available for you too. Oh! This could be a great opportunity for a blog!"
I chuckled and shook my head wondering what on earth I got myself into.
* * *
COOKSVILLE, TENNESSEE
The sun had begun to set when we decided to call it a night. We made it to a small town east of Nashville. Our pace had been a little slower as the truck wasn't exactly as aerodynamic as modern vehicles, and we tried to go easy on the engine. The last thing we wanted was to blow it out so far from home. Needless to say, what would normally take about five hours was considerably more and we were in much need of some rest.
We snagged a bite to eat at a diner, found a hotel with two twin beds, and both collapsed groaning from the aches earned from the first leg of the journey. I didn't even make it under the covers as I passed out on the bed, shirtless and still in my jeans, exhausted and grateful to be finally off the road.
I woke to the sound of a computer keyboard clicking, rousing me from a deep slumber. My back hurt, legs and neck cramped, and my cheek was surprisingly moist. Cautiously, I opened an eye to be blinded by the morning sun shining directly through the horizontal blinds in an otherwise dim room, highlighting dust motes that floated through beams of light.
I pushed myself up, smacking my lips and finding a small wet spot of drool beneath my face on very rough bed sheets. I blinked, groaned as I stretched my neck and looked around the room.
The bed beside me was empty, covers drawn back with an open backpack and duffle bag sitting on top. Dani's clothes were strewn across the sheets in a haphazard manner.
The clicking continued, causing me to squint my eyes to focus.
There, seated at a small desk by the window was Dani, typing away.
I stretched and let out an involuntary groan as my body continued to wake. Dani noticed and looked in my direction.
"Mornin'," she said mumbled as she brushed. "Sorry. I hope I didn't wake you."
I ran my hand over my face, trying to shake the sleep from my eyes.
"It's all good," I said. "Bit early to start on your work?"
She smiled that smile again and stood in front of the window casting me in her shadow as she too stretched her lithely body. A thin line seemed to highlight her frame, showcasing her soft skin in her morning yoga attire.
"Not really," she said with a groan, then shuddered. "It's almost nine."
"Nine? Dang, thanks for letting me sleep in," I said, then nodded to the computer. "What is this one you are working on?"
She turned back to the computer.
"A new series I started last week. I had an idea to write about this trip. Make it a mini-series, so to speak. Just the story of a young girl, on a road trip across the U.S. with a boy." She arched an eyebrow.
"That sounds awfully suggestive."
"I know, but thanks for being a good sport about it."
"Should I be concerned about the implications?"
"Which are what?"
"Like the fact that the boy is your brother."
"No one needs to know about that," Dani said as she waved her hand dismissively. "Besides, you are already starting to develop a little interest with my readers."
"What?"
Dani grinned and picked up the laptop. I rolled over as she sat beside me and pulled up her blog. A webpage appeared titled "Love, Sex, & Wanderlust". The page loaded to a large scrolling page separated by key images.
The sun striking the fields of grass during sunset at the farm.
Daisy, mid repair with a single ghost light bathing her in an orange glow.
A photo of Dani, facing away from the camera in a yoga pose, topless.
I recognized a photo of myself laying beneath Daisy in a freshly stained tank top and torn jeans, a sheen of sweat, oil, and grim across my skin. My head was hidden, but there was no doubt in my mind it was me.
"... Sex & Wanderlust?" I asked, turning slightly to my sister.
She nodded her head to the last photo.
"I know, it's a little cringy. This is the one that struck a chord," she said as she expanded the article and scrolled to the comments.
"Who's the mystery hunk?"
"Mmmmmm more of him please."
"Love to have him under me XDXD!!!"
I looked up at Dani from the computer.
"You've been documenting all this so far?" I asked.
She nodded.
"More or less. I felt it would be a fun little series to get a modern American tale of fixing up Daisy and driving her back home. So far, it's been a minor hit. Well, more so since you arrived on the scene."
"Since me?"
She nodded again, smile growing.
"Seems you have quite the following. They're calling you Joe, as in 'Regular Joe' or 'Morning Joe'."
"So I take it they have no idea who I am..."
"Not a clue," she said, then scrunched her face. "I may, have implied that there is something else going on though."
There it is.
"Which is?"
She took a breath and closed the laptop.
"Well, you know our readers. Just a bunch of women looking to release some steam or live out a fantasy. I may have... indulged them a little..."
"Dani..."
"Nothing bad! But also, maybe, I might have implied there was some... tension... at first. And maybe a little peeping, and maybe a few other... things. Just something to keep the interest moving along with this Mystery Man."
"So what exactly have they done?"
"You want to know which bases they've hit?"
"I don't know. Do I?"
Dani shrugged.
"I've never really spelled it out, but more so alluded to some of what could have happened with them already, or what may happen in their future. For my readers, it allows them to draw their own conclusions which can indulge their fantasies better than mine."
So my sister was using my likeness to help promote a relationship for her online community.
I narrowed my eyes.
"And no one knows this Joe is really your brother?"
She shook her head.
"To my readers, you're just a regular Joe. You could be anyone they wish you to be."
So many emotions hit me at once and all I could do to sort them out it close my eyes, and sigh. I opened them to see Dani, watching me with those blue eyes. I shook my head, defeated.
"Well, if it is helping you out..."
Her smile lit the room.
"Thank you, Richie!" she said as she leaned forward, hugging me tightly. I felt the stickiness of her skin on my chest and noticed the light shimmer of sweat on her body, or at least all those many areas not covered by her lycra workout clothes.
"Jeez, Kiddo," I said. "You already work out? You are all sweaty."
Dani pulled back, smiley smugly.
"Shut up. You like a sweaty girl. And yes, I did it while you were sleeping..." she said, then stopped as her eyes narrowed.
She bit her lip as she looked down at me, eyes darting this way and that across my body and the bed.
"Huh..." she said, "Now that the cat is out of the bag, can I have you stay there for just a moment?"
"Um, sure?"
She darted back to her twin bed, picked up the camera, and quickly adjusted the settings.
"Hold that pose," she said as she reached into her open bag and pulled out a light blue bra and panties, both far skimpier than I was expecting her to have. Dani adjusted the covers and tossed the bag to the floor, out of sight and mind for the time being. Then she strategically set the underwear down on the bed and squared down, leveling herself with the unmentionables and me in the background, leading to some suggestive interpretations.
"Thank you for being a good sport," she said as she adjusted the aperture in her viewfinder. "The lighting right now is just perfect. I'll make sure you are just slightly out of focus... and...."
She clicked the shutter.
"Perfect," she said as she pulled back the picture to look at the small LCD screen. "Wanna see?" she asked as she held out the camera for me.
I nodded and reached out, only to be instantly reminded of a knot in my lower back.
"Jesus!" I groaned, pulling back my hand as the pain took hold. "I think I fucked up my back somehow. I'll tell you one thing, that car was not made for ergonomics."
I tried to sit up but groaned as the knot seemed to find a friend and reminded me it wasn't done with its torture.
Dani chuckled and set down the camera.
"I got you. Roll over, Dickhead."
Without thinking, I rolled onto my stomach. Not a moment later, I felt the mattress sink under my sister's added weight, then her soft thighs spread as she straddled my waist and sat on my rear.
"Am I going to regret this-Holy Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit..." I groaned as she placed her thumbs on the tendons of my lower back and instantly zeroed in on the culprit.
"Hush," she said. I wasn't about to stop her as her wonderful, magical fingers turned my back to putty.
"So, there's this one writer of ours, Chelsea, who is really cute by the way, you'd like her. You might have met her actually. Is that ringing a bell? Cute girl, nose ring, dark hair, couple of tattoos of hummingbirds on her chest?"
I groaned in affirmation. No idea who she was but Dani could say anything right now.
"Well, she wanted to do this piece on different kinds of couples massages, right? And found this really popular place that kinda did instructional classes too. So Chelsea wanted to check it out, but wanted to have it be kinda undercover first so they wouldn't be, like, saying and teaching things they wouldn't normally because we were there."
She pushed the heel of her palms into my back, sliding them in parallel up my spine as she leaned in with her weight and pulverized my aches like they insulted her.
"So, Chelsea came to me and asked if we could go as a couple to check out this thing, right? I didn't think it was a big deal, so I was all for it. But, when we got there, we had to sign these forms and show ID and all this stuff because as it turns out that Chelsea signed us up for the couple's erotic massage. And with us coming in together, well they just naturally assumed that we were, in fact, together, you know what I mean?"
I did. I didn't want to but my god I did. And I don't know if it was the way her hands would glide against my skin, or the insane mix of agony and pleasure she coaxed from me with her fingertips, or the weight of her thighs pressing into my buttocks where I could feel the heat, or even more so, the salty scent of her femininity as she leaned in close to push the knots from my back. All of this soaked into me at once, awakening that churning desire once more. I could feel myself growing hard.
An involuntary groan escapes my lips again, but this wasn't from a knot.
"It was kinda weird at first. There were a couple of other couples there. We were the only lady-only couple but no one batted an eye. They ended up having us all strip down to our underwear, like, panties only which was pretty damn hot on its own. Even the instructor dressed down. She was this French woman, probably in her late 40's. She had a deceptively tight little bod at her age. Man, I hope I age well like that."
Dani leaned in further, using her forearms to apply equal pressure. I could feel her squeeze her thighs against me as I lay pinned to the mattress with strength that could choke a bull. For a moment I was reminded that I was that beast she was riding, though thankfully in a manner that hid my aroused state. Yet, at the same time, a thrill ran through me at the thought of how compromising our positions would be if I just happened to roll over, if she was mounted above me in the same fashion, groin rubbing against groin as she kneaded my muscles while we looked directly into each other's eyes. I wouldn't be able to hide my current condition, but would it have the same effect on her? Would she reciprocate? Would she squeeze me as hard knowing what she was thrust against?
"They had us sit facing each other at first," she continued. "We had to first stare at each other, like right in the eye, and just take our partners in. 'Look into their eyes,'" she said with a surprisingly accurate French accent. "Breathe as lovers breathe. You can feel your souls connected, no?"
"Jesus..." I moaned. Fuck. Don't know where this came from but somehow this accent was doing it for me when I definitely did not need it to.
"Oh? What is this, mon chér?" She continued with her dialect. "Does my brother have a thing for the French women?" Whether deliberate or involuntary, she wiggled her body against me. Her hands then slid higher along my back, fingers pushing into the muscles of my neck. I could feel her presence leaning over me, the strands of her hair tickling the back of my neck.
"The things we then learned. Quel plaisir, mon amour." She breathed against my neck.
This was getting too much.
"Okay, that's good!" I said as I pushed up from the bed.
Dani yelped in surprise as she was suddenly thrust up, her legs tightening around me as she desperately attempted to maintain balance, but ultimately fell onto the bed. But, not before her foot, for the briefest of moments, slid against my throbbing, hard erection. I hoped against hope that she didn't notice as she rubbed against my crotch, but that fleeting look in her eye as she glanced for confirmation removed any doubt. She knew what she felt.
* * *
TENNESSEE TO TEXAS
In an hour, we were ready to get back on the road; showered, fed, and refreshed. It became apparent from the start of our second day that some luxuries from staying in one place required improvisation on the road. Case and point, while at the farm, Dani's daily yoga was no issue at all as she was able to wash and dry her clothes after each routine. However, this proved to be a dilemma in our current situation. Yet, leave it to my sister to be resourceful.
Pulling upon her experience backpacking through Europe, she hand scrubbed the workout gear in while showering, which just meant we had to figure out how to dry.
"Maybe I'll just hang them out the window," Dani joked as we loaded the truck.
"Just a moment," I said as I opened the toolbox bolted to Daisy's bed.
Using the spool of rope, in no time flat we had a make-shift clothesline tied to the welded hooks in the pickup's bed.
Dani was skeptical as she tugged on the knots.
"These gonna' hold?"
"Of course. If there's anything I took away from Boy Scouts, it was how to tie a knot," I said while feeding the rope through the soggy garments.
With another problem solved, we jumped into the truck and hit the road once more. The comfort of the constant rumbling and pleasant company quickly returned as we drove down the freeway, westward toward Nashville.
"Question for you, Joe," Dani said as we continued down I-40. Her laptop sitting in her lap as she wore a loose-fitting blue blouse and cut-off jeans. Her bare feet rested on the dashboard as she wiggled her toes.
"Joe?" I asked, taking a quick look at her. She winked. "Right, Joe." I rolled my eyes and turned them back to the road. "Ask away."
"What's your favorite sex position?"
I nearly swerved off the road.
"What?!" I asked turning to Dani. She held one hand on the dashboard in front of her, eyes wide in shock yet mouth wide with an open-mouth smile.
"Jesus, Richie!" she laughed. "I thought you said you knew how to drive this thing!"
"I do! Fuck! I just wasn't ready for... That's not a thing... Argh! Sorry, it's normally not this hard."
Dani raised an eyebrow.
"That's what every girl likes to hear."
She caught my side-eye as she grinned and raised her eyebrows. I couldn't help but laugh.
"God damn it," I said shaking my head. "So you really want to know the personal 'deets for your site?"
"Yes please," she said. "It's not common for me to have a man's perspective and I think this could really help."
A heavy sigh filled my lungs.
"Alright... my favorite position..." I didn't really know the name of it. "I don't really know the name of it."
"Oh," Dani said with a playful tone. "Must be an advanced move. Can you describe it?"
"Nothing advanced. Trust me." I cleared my throat and focused on the road, hard. Casting a glance toward my sister while describing sexual acts was a lot to take in. Already a knot was growing in my core. A very subtle, low-burning heat.
"So," I continued. "It's where the guy is seated on a chair, or even sitting up in bed and the girl is facing him and her legs are wrapped around his torso."
"Oh, kinda' like a seated cowgirl?" Dani asked. "I guess that would have her legs tucked under her so she could bounce, though," she said while either consciously or not, but literally bounced in the seat as if to imitate the sexual act.
"Um..." I said. "Yeah, I guess that's fine too."
"Okay, got it." She typed away at the keyboard, fingers flying away at little letters as she transcribed the words. "So why that position?"
"What?"
Dani looked up from the laptop and turned her body, sitting on one leg as she faced me in the bench seat.
"What is it about that position that you like?"
"I don't know... It just feels good, I guess."
"You guess?"
"Yeah, I just... I don't know."
"You don't know what? You like how what feels? Her body against you? Do you feel deeper? Closer? Is it the eye contact?"
"I don't know. Maybe it's that, and, well, the other options.."
I didn't have to look at Dani to know she bore an incredulous expression.
"You're gonna have to be a little more clear, brother dear."
My mouth opened to respond, but I found myself hitting that wall again. That feeling of uncertainty playing moral defense. But, at the same time, my own mind's eye was playing out the sweet and seditious moments of intimacy that led me to enjoy that position. Past girlfriends, lovers, and fantasies, swapping into the same space like a moving slideshow. Some ground their pelvis against me with intense purpose as they raked their fingers on my back. Others wrapped their arms around my neck and pressed their own forehead against mine as we stared deep into each other's eyes. My own hands explored their bodies, kneading their skin, grabbing their ass, breasts, and hair.
I shifted in the seat now fully aware of my hard erection straining against my underwear and jeans.
Just as I was about to respond, a sudden sound interrupted our chat.
THUNK-THUNK-THUNK-THUNK
Slowly (and carefully) Dani and I turned our heads to look through the rear window. There we saw our clothesline waving through the air with only one side attached, slapping against the side of the truck over and over as it was caught in the turbulent draughts in the back of the pickup. Her workout clothes gone, now to take up residence somewhere along the side of I-40.
Perhaps I should have paid more attention in Boy Scouts.
For a good period of time, we rode in silence after we lost... after I lost Dani's workout clothes. The daggers she stared into me felt like they slowed time itself.
But thankfully, after my apologies and promises of picking up tonight's bar tab, I was forgiven. And so we continued ever westward chatting about anything and everything, except picking up where we left off before the knot incident. But that didn't mean that other subjects were off-limits.
"Do you like it when a girl talks dirty during sex?" Dani asked out of nowhere.
"Dani, fuck! You got to give me a warning, or something."
"Sorry," she said while scrolling through her site. "But do you?"
"I don't know... never really thought about it" I lied. I fucking loved it.
"Oh, okay." She retreated into silence. The only sound was the hum of the tires against the asphalt as we continued down the highway.
I couldn't tell you what it was, but suddenly I felt like an asshole. She asked me to be honest with her, and I said I would. I nearly shut her out with the position talk, and this too just made me feel shitty.
"... Fuck it," I said with a heavy sigh. "Yeah, it does it for me."
"Really?" she said. No hesitation, just jumped right back into it. "What is it about it; What she says? The vulgarity? The vulnerability?"
"That... I'm not actually sure of." That much was honest. Never really thought about it until then. "Maybe it's those things. But also, I think it's there's like a thing about being in the moment, or something. Like I don't talk like that outside of that time. Does that make sense?"
I turned my head, expecting to see her typing away and was slightly surprised to note that her laptop sat closed beside her while she listened.
"I think so. So it's not just about using dirty words."
I shook my head.
"Not really. I mean that is nice, and that's part of it, but I think it's more about really diving into the situation. Really being there. It's kinda like a vocal stimulation, or a mental one, or something."
She tilted her head in silent contemplation. And for a moment, a question hit me that I had never thought to ask.
"What about for you?"
"Huh?" She looked back at me.
"Do you like it when a guy talks dirty?" I asked.
She just looked at me quizzically.
"Sorry, I just never asked a girl that and it was something I have wondered from time to time."
She smiled.
"It's fine. And I do. I guess for the same reasons. I guess the same thing goes; I never really thought about it..."
We drove in silence for a little after that. It was a strange awkwardness that hung in the air, so when Dani broke it, at first I was relieved.
"So what's your favorite?"
"Favorite what?"
"Dirty word?"
"'Scuz me?"
"You heard me loud and clear," she laughed. "Come on, what is it?"
"I don't know if I can tell you."
"Oh? If you don't then I'm just going to guess."
"You don't have to..."
"Is it... Tits?"
"Tits? Really? Is that one even considered a dirty word?"
"Well I guess it just depends on whose they are," she said.
"Sure..." I was filled with dread at the thought of her continuing.
"Hmmm, it's probably related to the vagina if I had to guess..."
"Jesus, Dani."
"So that leads me to think either 'cunt' or 'pussy," she said playfully, punching the 'p' extra hard.
I rolled my eyes.
"... Yeah, that's the one."
"Pussy?" She bounced in the seat filled with joy. "You like pussy!"
"Jeez, Dani. Cool it," I laughed.
"What? I think it's cool. I like pussy too."
I've lost count of how many times I nearly drove us off the road from her non-sequiturs. I barely kept in the lanes.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"Relax, brother Dear. I meant as in the word. It's my favorite too," she said. Then cocked an eyebrow. "Although..."
I was thankful I wasn't drinking anything at that moment, for it would have been a spit-take. My expression alone sent Dani into a fit of laughter that lasted for a good two minutes. I joined in, letting the nervousness and awkwardness fade.
Then right as we settled and silence filled the cab once more, Dani posed another question.
"Do you ever wonder if couples talked dirty to each other during Elizabethan times?"
"What?"
"You know, like Shakespeare?"
"... I can honestly say the thought never crossed my mind."
She sat silent for some time.
"... Wonder what it would have sounded like..." she mused.
I tried not to, really I did, but found myself pondering the same.
"Hark fair wench! Thine soldier is hardened by thee!" I said out loud much to my own surprise.
Dani looked at me with wide, bewildered eyes before she burst out laughing.
"Where, the fuck, did that come from?" she said between laughs.
I couldn't help but join in laughing.
"I don't know," I chuckled. "Thy thoughts were stirred."
"No shit," she said, then added. "Good sir, back'th to the country with you. Tend to your chick, lest you mistake it for a cock."
"Oh, Shakespeare burn!" I laughed. "Though far from dirty talk."
"I guess," she said. "How about; I long to suck thy soldier betwixt mine lips."
"The lady's tongue is sharp, but can it compete with my sword?"
"It can, though I suspect I've better places for it to be sheathed."
I opened my mouth to reply but was lost in the mental imagery. She was quick-witted for sure.
"Well, shit," I said. "I got nothing."
Just like that, we came up with a new road trip game. "Shakespeare Dirty Talk".
We kept with it for far longer than we should have, especially as it was not necessarily very proper for siblings to play in such manners, but then again, we already agreed what happens in the truck stayed between us alone.
And so we drove hours longer than we should have, elated and somehow still boisterous until we found a place to spend the night in Little Rock, Arkansas. Much like the night before, we slept, woke, and Dani still did her yoga routines. This time, however, she opted to use my shirt and a pair of tennis shorts after the clothesline incident. Though the attire was far more conservative, there was something uniquely sensual, yet casual, with the way her body moved beneath my shirt as she stretched. More than once my eyes lingered too long and she would catch my stare. Her response was never to reprimand as it should be, but instead, she'd roll her eyes, or smirk, and return to her pose, though part of me felt she flexed more suggestively.
Eventually, we cleaned up, packed up, and readied ourselves to hit the road once again. Yet our wardrobe was running thin, and with the lessons learned the previous day, we opted for a late start and cleaned what few clothes we had at a laundromat before continuing westward.
Our third day on the road and already we had settled into a groove. We sang along to the radio at the top of our lungs, and we laughed and reminisced on past family trips. Dirty Shakespeare even reared its head again. Yet all this couldn't compare to the majesty of the scenery and the friendliness of the people along the way.
We stopped off in the Ozarks just off I-40 where we met a woman named Alice who was out watching birds. In Oklahoma City, we grabbed a late lunch and met an older couple who were a Johnny Cash and June Carter cover band called "Daddy Sang Bass", and just when we were grabbing gas in Shamrock, Texas, we met a guy named Buck who fell in love with Daisy. He recommended we push on to the Amarillo where his cousin owned a small motel right off the freeway. Even had a cozy dive bar right across the street. With Dani and I being in good spirits, we figured it was worth a shot.
It was well after 10 pm when we arrived in a small city on the far northern reaches of Texas. The city of Amarillo.
* * *
AMARILLO, TEXAS
"I think this is the exit," I heard Dani say as she leaned forward to read the offramp. "Yeah, that's it."
"You sure this is a good idea?" I asked as turned on the turn signal and left the lights of the freeway. A dark stretch of road lay before us cutting through what looked like an industrial district.
"Sure! Why wouldn't it be."
"I don't know. Just this area feels sketchy."
"Jeez, Richie. You got to learn to trust people. Ever hear of Southern Hospitality?"
With a heavy sigh, I relented as we continued to drive in silence with the headlights guiding our way.
"There it is! The Blue Emerald," said my sister, pointing to a small motel with a neon light that read the same.
"Blue Emerald... Aren't emeralds green?"
"Stop it! Give it a chance," she emphasized with a slap on my arm as I pulled into the lot.
As it turns out, I was the asshole for sure. Immediately after parking the car, a short older gentleman with glasses almost too large for his face quickly came shuffling out to greet us, eager to meet the owners of such a classic ride. The moment we brought up the referral from Brinkley, it was as if we were part of the family. We were showered with kindness and treated like an old friend.
"You two must be starving. Tell you what, lemme' call across the street and have them keep the kitchen open just a little longer. Don't worry 'bout the bags. I'll get them in your room for you."
He produced a small key and handed it to Dani.
"There you are. Room 14. Hurry up, now."
"Thank you so much," I said as Dani and I hurried out of the lobby. I didn't need to look over to Dani who I know had a wide "I told you so" grin.
It was a surprisingly packed bar that felt like it was ripped right out of a biker movie. Road signs peppered the aluminum paneled walls with a neon jukebox playing through slightly distorted speakers. There were tables throughout, with a small dance floor where couples dressed in road leathers swayed together. No one glared at us as we entered, or cast a weary gaze in our direction. When we sat at an empty table, a Bar Back appeared out of nowhere with a menu and a smile.
"Alright," I said to Dani after we had placed our orders. "Go ahead and say it."
She shook her head, though her eyes still held that twinkle. "Say what?"
It was my turn to roll my eyes.
"You were right and I shouldn't judge people."
Her smile grew.
"There, that wasn't so hard. I'm glad we are starting to crack that shell."
I glared at her but cracked a smile. She started laughing.
Two pints of draft arrived at our table. We clicked our glasses and took a deep, soothing sip.
"So," Dani said. "Speaking of hard... You never answered my question from earlier."
I had to squint to catch what she was on about.
"The position thing?"
She nodded.
"What was it about having a girl in your lap that you like so much?"
So much for getting away from it. I took another long sip and set down the glass.
"Fuck it. Here goes," I said.
Dani immediately shifted in her seat with anticipation.
"There's a lot of different elements to it. I like that we can get super intimate if we want-,"
"Intimate how? I mean you are already doing it."
"Intimate as in eye contact and kissing, like real heavy kissing. She could rake her fingers through my hair and I could do the same to her."
"Is that something you like?"
I thought about it and nodded.
"Sometimes. Don't you?"
She raised an eyebrow.
"You want to know my preferences?"
"Well, no, I mean yes. Shit. You don't have to answer, but I mean sometimes that is nice, the hair thing. And I know there are some girls that like it as a precursor for getting a little rougher."
"Oh?" There was that sparkle in her eye again.
"I mean like passionate, but yeah I guess rough too. Like you can pull her head away just a little to nibble or bite on her neck."
"Mmmm, that is nice," she said before taking another sip.
"... Right." What was going on?
"So you like kissing. You can do that in most positions though."
"True, but in this one, both your hands are free. She can grab my back or wrap her arms around my neck and lean away. I can grab all her... stuff."
"Like her ass?"
"Yup. That. And, you know," I circled my hand over my chest.
"Her tits?"
"... Yeah. Her tits."
Dani leaned back in her chair as if deep in thought. For the briefest of moments, I swore her nipples looked hard in that dim bar light.
"Yeah, I can see why you like that one," she said, then her smile widened.
"What?"
"Hm?" she said looking back to me. "Oh, nothing. Just lost in thought," she said with a shiver.
"Uh-uh. I'm laying myself out here so you gotta do the same. Spill it."
Dani met my gaze as I watched her literally bite her tongue in the corner of her mouth.
"Okay," she said. "I was just recalling some memories in your favorite position and you are right. It's really good."
"Oh, well thanks for the validation."
"You are welcome, brother dearest." She said as we toasted our glasses once more. "... But as we are being honest with each other, it's not my number one."
"No?"
She shook her head.
"So what is it then?"
I could see her cheeks flush.
"Doggy," she said and quickly looked away.
"Doggy? As in doggy-style? Really?"
She nodded.
"What is it about doggy style?"
She seemed to shrink then, fidgeting from embarrassment but then suddenly it all slipped away.
"How detailed do you want me to get?" she asked.
I shrugged.
"I'm honestly super curious. I dated this one girl who was uncomfortable with doggy. It could have been that she was insecure, or felt like she was being used, or something."
"I get that," she said. "In many ways, it may make a girl feel super exposed, and even relinquishes control, like you're submissive. But honestly, I think that kinda factors into it a little."
"What part? Submissiveness?"
"Could be," she said shrugging. "For me, I'm not really worried about my body so I do get off letting him look it over. That kinda gives me a thrill and makes me feel like I'm being super slutty. Then there's the pounding, like, he can get super deep and hit things that just make me... Mmmm," she shuddered in delight.
"And you want to talk about eye contact?" she continued. "I love it during sex, for sure, but nothing is hotter than looking over your shoulder to watch your lover as they drive into you. Or the look on his face when I take over and push back into him. I come so hard I'm worried I'd snap his dick off. And, when I'm feeling super dirty, it gives an easy opportunity to switch things up and take him in... other places."
"Jeez, Sis. I never would have thought..."
"Of me having sex? Or the other thing?"
"Both," I said without thinking.
She smiled and shrugged.
"Sorry to surprise you, Richie, but your little sister likes sex."
She leaned forward, her voice growing softer.
"You know, some might say that us even talking like this is wrong," she said. "Brothers and sisters aren't supposed to think of each other having sex. But we are only human. We both know that we've done it. As long as it's consensual, sex can be an incredibly healthy thing, no matter the kink."
That caught my attention.
"You have any other kinks I should know about?"
Dani paused for a moment.
"... Maybe." Her tongue wet her lips. Whatever it was, she was thinking about it. "I mean, everyone has their own kinky things, right?... What did Mom used to say when we learned about Sex Ed?"
"Different people, different bodies."
"That's the one. Different people, different bodies. And, as you and I both know, different bodies have different sweet spots."
Thank god for the tables to hide my rigid state of arousal. Dani was not so lucky as anyone who cared to look at her chest would see her nubs pressing hard against her t-shirt.
"Two burgers with fries?" Said a voice to our left.
"Uh, yes, that's us," I said as I tried to scrub the dirty thoughts from my brain.
"You both had good timing. Just barely got these out before they just closed the kitchen." They said as they set the food on our table. "Are you both okay if we transfer the bill to the bar?"
"Yeah, that's not a problem," I said with a nod.
"We can open up a tab. We just need a card to put it under."
Dani gestured to me and I smiled, handing the server my card.
"Thank you so much," I said as they took it to the bar.
I didn't know until taking that first bite, but we were absolutely famished. Dani had this smug look as she ate while I made quick work of my burger and fries. I imagine it was not a pretty sight.
With our hotel within walking distance, we decided to splurge. The next round of drinks flew by quickly as we finished our meal. It was at the third when I needed to take a break for the bathroom.
"Holy shit! Dani? Is that you?" I heard when I returned.
I stopped near the table to catch sight of a fit, young blonde woman facing away from me in a tight denim skirt and jacket bouncing with joy as she embraced Dani. Beside her stood a young guy, probably early twenties. He looked like he was a captain of a crew team, fit and from money.
"Oh my god! Carly! What are you doing here!" Dani said as she returned the embrace.
"We have family over in Lakewood and flew out for our Dad's 50th birthday. Got in a couple days ago. You remember Brian?" Carly said.
"I remember you talking about him but we haven't actually met. Nice to finally meet you! I'm Dani." She extended her hand.
"Brian and same! I've been hearing your name a ton in the last few days. Carly's been hooked on your blog," he said as he shook her hand. A pang of jealousy waved through me. Where did that come from?
They moved a table over and combined it with our own and took a seat. No sooner had they sat than Carly burst into giddy jubilation.
"Holy shit! Holy SHIT! That was your truck across the street, wasn't it? You're on the trip right now!"
Dani laughed and nodded. "Well, yeah."
Carly started looking around.
"That means he's here, isn't he? Which one's Joe?"
Oh shit. I quickly looked away before her gaze swept over me and turned my attention back to the bar. Directly in front of me was the bartender who looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
"Um... Two pints please?" I asked.
"He's... around," Dani said to Carly. I barely turned my head and caught her eye. Did Carly know who I was? Who I really was?
"Oh my God! I can't believe the chances!" Carly squealed. "And I have been dying to meet this mystery man."
"She has," Brian chimed in, "She has hardly stopped talking about how lucky you are."
"Oh Hush," Carly responded, slapping his arm.
Two pints were suddenly placed before me with a loud THUNK. I looked up to see the bartender staring at me expectantly.
"That'd be $10."
"Thanks," I said. "I think we got a tab."
"Name?"
"Richard Campbell."
They nodded and turned to get the new drinks.
"Thanks again," I said, then taking a deep breath, I picked up the beverages and approached the table. I watched Dani's smile grow as I approached.
"Hey, Joe," she said.
Carly's eyes went wide as she looked up with an expectant grin.
"He does exist!"
"I do indeed." I handed Dani her drink.
"This is Carly," Dani said. "An old roommate of mine back in Austin."
"Oh, nice," I said as I extended my hand. "Nice to meet you, Carly!"
"Yes! It is!" she said while shaking my hand with a slight blush to her cheeks.
"Sorry. I couldn't help but overhear. And you're... Ryan?"
Why did I do that? I knew his name.
"Brian," he said, brushing off my flub either reading it as an innocent mistake or a jab that was far beneath him.
"Brian. Sorry. Loud place and all."
It was not.
"So, did you really restore that truck across the street? That thing is a beauty."
"Well some," I said as I took a seat next to Dani with our new friends now across from us. "The previous owner had done a lot of the work already so we just put the engine back with a few other minor parts."
Brian whistled.
"I am impressed. I can't believe you are driving it across the country too. That's incredible."
"I may have been filling him in on some of the details from the blog," Carly said while leaning in.
"Oh... Awesome," Dani said while taking a sip.
"You into classic cars?" I asked.
"Not really, but I can appreciate a beautiful thing," he said while turning to Dani then Carly. Boy, that was a thick line to lay on there.
"Yeah, well, it's hard work and that's not for everyone."
An awkward silence hung in the air. Seriously, what the fuck was I doing?
"So Carly says you both are 'old friends' but, I just have to know; however did the two of you meet?"
Dani and I looked at each other, our expressions hopefully hiding the uncertainty we both felt knowing the intimate embellishments she added to her story to entice her readers.
Unfortunately, we both spoke at the same time.
"Work," I said.
"Childhood," she said.
Fuck.
Dani quickly recovered.
"We basically grew up together until Joe moved away. Then we crossed paths for work and there was a spark, or sorts."
"Yeah, that was it," I said as I desperately wanted to shrink into my stool and disappear.
Carly's eyes twinkled with joy.
"That's so sweet. Oh, I just LOVE that, don't you, Brian?"
"It's great. I'd cheers to that, but I think we need a drink," he said. "Carly, want me to get you a glass?"
"Oh!" she said turning to the bar. "Let me go with you. I want to see if they have a chardonnay. Be right back, you two."
"We'll be here," Dani said as they walked away.
"Childhood? Getting pretty close to home there, literally."
"Yeah, I know," she said as she leaned in, her expression shifting to concern. "Hey, what's going on with you?"
"What?"
"You're kinda acting like a dick to Brian."
"I am?"
"Yeah. You are. And you know you are too."
Damn. That hurt, but she was right. I never could lie to her and looking into her eyes, I wasn't about to start.
"I don't know. I'm feeling a little..."
"Intimidated?"
"What? No, not at all."
"Then what?"
I looked back at the couple as they spoke with the bartender. Brian stood close to Carly as she leaned against the counter. I was struck by the smooth tanned skin of her legs as they ran from her boots to beneath that denim skirt. The curves of her body were accentuated by her pose which she most likely knew caught one or two eyes in the room.
"Ah," Dani said. "I see. Jealousy. Well, you don't have to worry about that."
"What? Why is that?"
She smiled at me.
"We have much more in common with them than you think."
"What do you mean by that?" I asked.
Dani tilted her head as she looked at me with a questioning stare.
"Brian's her brother."
"Oh," I said. "I didn't catch that."
"Mm-hmm" Dani replied as she took a sip. "So, that means she is fair game."
"She may be. But I'm not," I said as I turned my head to face Dani. "Joe's already taken, isn't he?"
"Oh shit. You're right. Sorry, I totally cocked blocked you," she said with a laugh.
"It's totally fine. It wasn't her, or I don't think... I don't really know." I finished off my drink. "But you are right. I'm being a dick. Should I apologize?"
Dani hooked her arm in mine and leaned against my shoulder. "Just buy him a drink. I'm sure it will be fine."
We didn't intend on closing the bar down, but that was exactly what we did. I bought the next round, and the one after, and truth be told I have no recollection of who paid after that. It was fun. Just pure drunken fun. We shared stories with strangers, danced to country music, and laughed just like we had back on the farm in Greensboro. It felt like a blink of an eye when last call.
Brian had just excused himself from the table when our server came back to our table to deliver the bill.
"Campbell?" she called out.
"Yes?" Dani and I both responded.
Immediately I felt a kick in my shin and fuck did that hurt.
"I'll take that," she said to the server as she cast a look my way as if to say "Shut it!"
Biting my tongue, I looked back to Carly to see a queer look on her face.
"What was that about?" she asked.
"What?" Dani asked as she signed my bill.
"He has the same last name?"
"What? Oh no, nothing like that. Joe just does that kinda thing. He tries to pay the bill all the time but I already told him, I got this one." Dani tried to just laugh it off. She would have been much more convincing around the second beer. We were well past that.
"What can I say..." I tried to jest, but just let the sentence change in the air.
Carly just smiled.
"You're so lucky," she said to Dani.
Within minutes we were outside and growing suddenly aware of how much alcohol was coursing through our blood. It's one thing to drink sitting down, but the moment you stand, reality suddenly hits and I found myself desperately hoping the others couldn't see how much I was swaying. However, my fears were quickly tossed aside as Carly stumbled into Dani and they both went down into a bush.
Laughter erupted from our two drunken ladies as Brian and I rushed to their aide. They giggled and snickered and whispered as the four of us crossed the street.
"Where are you both staying," I asked Brian.
"I assume the same place as you. Blue Emerald?" He said.
"Yup," I responded. "Hey, the name's weird right?"
"Yes! Emeralds are green!" he said.
"Thank you! I was going nuts!"
Alright, he was actually a cool guy.
"That's us, right over there at room 14," I said as we neared the truck.
"We're in 15!" Carly said behind us, arm-in-arm with Dani.
"We're neighbors!" Dani laughed.
Both girls burst into a fit of laughter once more as Brian and I shared a look.
"You guys have a good night," I said as I escorted Dani to our room.
"Hey, you too," he replied.
Dani fumbled with the lock for a moment before the door opened, somehow, this caused her to giggle. She looked back at me snickering, then gained her composure and slipped inside. Just as I was about to duck in, Carly called out.
"Have fun you two! I can't wait to read all about it!" she laughed.
I looked at Brian who just rolled his eyes before waving goodbye and entered room 15.
Inside the safety of our room, I found our bags set neatly on the dresser with a large mirror affixed to its back. Within its reflection, I watched as Dani was stretched out on the king-sized bed behind me.
"That. Was. FUN!" she said as she stared up at the ceiling.
"It was," I nodded as I opened my bag, then suddenly stopped.
"Oh shit," I said, turning around. "I didn't even think about it but... There's only one bed."
"Yup. But look at all that room you get on the floor," she said with a smug grin.
"Nice try. I've been the one driving your ass across the country."
"Jeez. Whatever happened to chivalry? I guess it really is dead," she said sitting up. "It's no big deal. There's plenty of room so we can obviously share the bed."
"You cool with that?"
"Yeah, of course. Just don't make it thing."
She was right. It was only an issue if we allowed it to be one. We had slept together hundreds of times as kids.
"Fair enough," I said and took off my shirt.
"Mmmm, Joe," I heard from the bed. I turned around to find Dani laying on her stomach, hands beneath her chin and feet in the air as she looked right at me like a hit school girl on a phone call. "You've been working out, Joe?"
"Alright, now who's making it a thing?" I asked as I riffled through my bag.
"I'm not doing anything. Just enjoying the view."
"You, my sister, are drunk," I laughed.
"Meh, more buzzed really. Didn't drink anything but water for the last hour." She rolled on her back and let her head hang over the edge of the bed, looking at me upside down.
"Okay, maybe still a tiny bit drunk," she giggled.
"Well you lush," I said as I retrieved my toothbrush and paste, "I'm gonna go brush my teeth. If you need to change, go nuts."
"Okay, Joe," was all I heard behind me followed by a fit of giggling.
Moments later, teeth now clean and standing in the cramped motel restroom, I found myself looking at my own reflection in the mirror. The room felt unnatural, as if slightly askew. Or maybe it was the ground, just ever so slightly off-level. Obviously, neither circumstance was accurate. I was intoxicated, and barely, just barely stood on the side of anything resembling normality. A single sip more and my speech would be as slurred as my vision swayed.
I filled my hands with cold water from the sink and splashed my face. My god, the water felt amazing. The sudden cold was invigorating, like a jolt of energy through my body. A jumpstart to my senses. I shivered and felt each droplet roll down my skin, over the rough five o'clock shadow of my jawline and down my neck. I hadn't binged like this since college and tomorrow there would be consequences.
An urgent but light rapping on the door interrupted my focus.
"Hey, you almost done in there?" Dani called in. "I really have to pee."
"Yeah," I said as I toweled off and opened the door.
Outside the door stood my sister wearing my recently discarded shirt that fell down to her thigh. Her long legs fidgeted as she all but hopped from one foot to another as she kept her legs tight together.
"All yours," I said, yet before I even finished, she had already barreled passed me and shoved me out the door.
Chuckling to myself, I just turned and sat on the bed. Another long day done and sleep sounded like a friend long lost. I took off my shoes, socks and jeans and quickly put on my last set of clean boxer briefs then shoved all my dirty laundry in the bag. I was just zipping it back up when I heard the toilet flush.
"She looked really cute today," came a voice from the bathroom. "Did you catch how they looked at each other? Like, kismet."
"What do you mean?" I called back.
The bathroom door opened and Dani walked out, brushing her teeth.
"Wha?" she mumbled.
"You said something about Carly. And how they were looking at each other," I said.
Dani looked at me with confusion.
"I d'n't shay an'ing," she barely got out as she tried to speak with the brush in her mouth.
"Huh," I said. "I could have sworn... Is that my toothbrush?"
She just smiled and shrugged as she turned. I tried not to stare at her long legs running up from her bare feet to smooth thighs that disappeared beneath the hem of my t-shirt. I was about to comment when she stopped dead in her tracks as the voice came again.
"... at first, but they seem alright..." It was slightly different this time. Deeper in timber. It only took a moment to register that it was Brian in the room next door.
"Oh shit," Dani said as she spit out the toothpaste in the sink, then slowly walked back into the room as she strained to listen.
"... can't believe... chances.... So hot..." came from Carly, yet it was more difficult this time to hear her. She must have been moving around.
"Dang," I said. "Thin walls."
"Yeah," Dani said as she concentrated, then suddenly squeezed her eyes shut. "Oh fuuuuuuuuuck," she groaned softly in frustration.
"I'm sure we will sleep through it," I said.
"No, Richie. It's not that."
"Okay... What's going on? Did we forget something?"
She shook her head.
"No, it's... if we can hear them, they can hear us."
"So? Did we say anything wrong?"
"No. That's not it," her voice was hushed like a frustrated whisper. "She thinks we are together. Like romantically. Physically."
I pulled back a little.
"... Okay..."
"And that's what I've been writing about, and alluding to, and why I've been asking you all these questions about positions and all that other dirty stuff."
"Wait, how far exactly have we gone in this fantasy of yours?" I asked in an equally hushed voice.
"First off, it's not us. It's a fictional you and me. Joe and I aren't... like related," she said with her hands on her hips. "And secondly... I don't know... third base?"
"Third? What is that? Like... what a blowjob or something?"
"What? No! That's fourth base."
"Dani! There are only four bases."
"What?"
"Yeah! And the fourth one's the big one."
"I thought that was a home run!"
"No, I mean it is but... you don't get to home plate then score a home run. That's not how it works."
Dani grimaced and raked her hands through her hair in irritation!
"Oh my God! This is so fucking stupid. Who the hell came up with... Fuck it! It doesn't fucking matter." She fell onto the bed, facedown, and shoved her face into a pillow, growling in muted frustration. I tried now to notice her slender form peeking out of the bottom of the t-shirt. How it had ridden up past the rump of her ass showing her pink and black polka dot panties molded against two perfect circles of her cheeks. I really tried not to notice.
Fuck, she's going to get me in trouble one of these days.
I slumped down on the bed beside her, my head hitting a pillow as I stared up at the ceiling. I took a deep breath and let it out.
"Uuuuuuuuuuugggggghhhhh," I groaned as the air left my lungs in one low, drawn-out exhalation as I tried to clear my mind...
And then a thought hit me.
"Mmmmm," I said. No. It was more of a moan. Almost a grunt.
"Mmmm... Oh shit," I breathed, softly, but louder.
Dani lifted her head from her pillow and looked at me raising an eyebrow.
"What the fuck are you-?" she whispered before I cut her off.
"Oh fuck, Dani. God damn that feels good."
Her expression was priceless. Pure confusion and shock as what I was sure were thousands of thoughts flew through her mind at once.
I nodded to the wall behind us where our neighbors had gone suspiciously silent.
"Holy shit," I said. "Ohhhhh fuck."
And just like that, she got it. A grin suddenly spilled across her face as her eyes lit up. She slapped a hand across her mouth, suppressing her laughter mere moments before began. It didn't stop me.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck," I groaned deeply. Having never really paid attention to what I said during sex, I'm about 90% sure it was a little over the top. "Oh-my-god-oh-my-god-oh-my-god..."
She pulled her hand away revealing her playful, loving smile.
"Mmmmm," she purred. "How's that feel, Joe?"
My own smile grew knowing she caught on.
"So fucking good," I said.
"Yeah, I bet," she said nearly cracking as she suppressed a laugh once more. This caused me to nearly break as well. She punched my arm.
"Argh!" I cried out. That part was real.
"Oh you like that?" she toyed.
I clutched my tricep feeling the soreness slowly dissipate. My eyes stared daggers back at my mischievous sister.
"Mmmmm," I groaned as I glared at her.
She rolled over to her side and propped herself up on an elbow as she stared at me. Her smug smile was almost a challenge as she playfully, almost mockingly, blew me a kiss. I doubted she was even aware of the way her nipples pressed against the fabric of her shirt, harder than they were mere minutes ago.
Alright, Sis. If that's how you want to play.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, Dani, your tongue feels so good when you do that."
Her eyes went wide, mouth open, aghast.
"Oh right there. So. Fucking. Good," I continued as I leveled my eyes with hers.
It was her time to glare.
"You asshole," her lips mouthed.
"Mmmmm," I smiled, leaning back as I basked in my moment.
Then she raised an eyebrow. That was never a good sign.
"You're so hard," she said with a challenging smile. "So... big."
"Oh, shit," I said, though not in character.
"Ohhhhh, yeah," she said, squinting her eyes and pursing her lips. "I just love how you feel in my hands. You have such a nice dick, Joe."
"Holy Shit, Dani." I almost fell off the bed. Almost.
"Jesus, Joe, I can barely get my hand around it. You like that, don't you? You like my hand sliding up and down on your hard cock?"
Fuck it. In for a penny...
"That feels so good, Dani. Keep stroking it. Just like that," I said as I turned to face her too. Part of me hoped she wouldn't look down and see my blatant state of arousal. But then again, I did nothing to hide it.
Dani blushed. I probably was red in the face as well. It was so ridiculous, so over the top. Did I really sound like this? Did she?
I watched as my sister rose up, turning to face me slightly while staring at the wall we shared with our new neighbors.
"You fill my hand so nice."
"Oh yeah?"
"Mm-hmm," she purred once more. "I can't wait to have it inside me."
It was all fake. I mean, of course, it was. We were just saying the words out loud in the hopes our friends next door would hear and lend credence to Dani's work. But, that didn't stop the images from playing in my mind. It didn't stop my eyes from traveling up the bare exposed flesh of my sister's smooth legs that disappeared beneath the shirt resting high on her thighs. The shirt clung to her body more than I wanted it to. It hinted at the womanly shape beneath. And judging by the way her chest rose and fell with each breath, she was starting to feel the heat as much as I was.
"Ohhhhh fuck, I just want to lick it. Can I?" she asked, but for some reason, she looked me in the eye while she pleaded.
"God yes," I said.
She giggled, honest to God, she giggled then ran her tongue across her teeth.
I gasped.
"Mmmmm that's so yummy." Her hand, whether she was conscious of it or not, rested lightly on her chest as she breathed labored breaths. I could barely detect the slightest movement from her middle finger as it ever so lightly rubbed back and forth, stimulating the nipple just barely beneath the shirt.
I was so transfixed I must have missed my queue as Dani stood on her knees and leaned forward, pushing me hard on the shoulder. My daze was broken.
My eyes caught her face where she mouthed "Mom."
"What?" I whispered. That took me out of it.
"Fucking-," She rolled her eyes. "Like, moan or something!"
Oh, yeah. Moan. That made more sense.
"Oh that feels so good," I said out loud, trying to focus on anything other than the fact that she was closer to me now. Close enough that I could smell the freshly applied conditioner in her hair. See the goosebumps ripple across her neck. And feel the depression in the bed that now bore our shared weight in the middle almost as if it urged us closer together.
I continued to moan and groan, feeling like a fool but trying to reflect on whatever I have said in the past anytime I've received head. She too added to the effect, moaning through a closed mouth with the occasional dirty word thrown in. Then she threw me for a loop.
"God, you made me so wet."
"Yeah?" I asked. Did she really mean it?
"Mm-hm." She bit her lip while looking at me. "Think you can return the favor? You want to eat my pussy?"
Just like a light tap of a doctor's hammer to the knee, my cock twitched as if on reflex hearing my sweet Dani say the word "Pussy", and she knew it too. Punching the 'p' for emphasis once more. This little vixen.
"Fuck yes," I said and pushed her back on the bed.
Her eyes went wide as she landed with a yelp, then looked at me as she raised up on her elbows. I was already settling between her bare, spread legs when she asked in a hushed voice, "What the fuck are you doing?"
"What do you think?!" I replied, matching her volume.
"Richie, just pretend for..." her eyes darted to the wall.
Oh fuck. That's right. Blame it on the alcohol or my exponentially high arousal but I nearly instincts had taken over.
"...I ... I am pretending," I said, desperately trying to recover. "Let me slide your panties down your legs." That last part was out loud.
She giggled and whispered in response. "You don't have to narrate everything." Though it wasn't necessary, she spread her thighs just ever so slightly more. "Yeah, take them off."
My eyes locked on her actual panties. They were barely peeking out from beneath the shirt between her parted legs. There was no denying the darkening of the fabric right where they molded themselves against her vulva.
"Holy shit you're wet," I said.
"You make me wet," I looked up from between her legs to see her staring at me. Her hand returned to her breast where she grasped it. "Lick me. Fucking eat me, Ri... Joe."
I smiled at her and slid my hands up to the hem of the shirt. Slowly, without breaking eye contact, I pushed it up to her stomach, fully exposing her panties. Her scent hit my senses and clawed at the most primal part of me.
"God you are beautiful," I said.
She blushed.
"Eat me," she pleaded, then added without prompting, "Oh fuck yes, right there. Yes, yes, yes, right there..." and she continued on, moaning and whimpering in her performance, and for a moment, I felt a ping of disappointment as the charade carried on.
I settled in, front row to her gyrations, hip flexes, and shudders. She didn't need to remain so exposed, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from this vision afforded to me.
It was a strange place to be, my head between her thighs while she cooed in a fictitious delight though I could see (and smell) her truth to this behavior. In this scenario, I didn't need to be where I was, but I made no effort to move. No man would if they had seen what I saw then. But perhaps I should make an effort to assist. Should I make slurping sounds? Is that too much? I did anyway and Dani looked at me with a questioning expression. I stopped; she didn't need me. She had this part covered.
Then, suddenly, I heard something new, sexual, and not coming from this room.
"Dani," I whispered, only she didn't hear me. Her own show was starting to turn real as she pitched her nipples through the shirt.
"Dani!" I said louder but received the same lack of response.
Throwing caution to the wind, I pushed myself up, between her legs and hovered over her and quickly place a hand on her mouth. She wiggled beneath me in a startled burst of panic and frustrated lust.
"Shhh!" I said as I nodded to the wall. "Listen."
She calmed and allowed silence to fill our room. It only took a moment for the sound to return.
"Ohhhhhh." Carly's voice whimpered through the wall.
Dani turned her eyes to mine as I pulled my hand away from her lips.
"They're not..."
"I don't know," I said, but then came our answer.
"Brian, oh baby yes, right there," we heard Carly's voice say.
"... Maybe it's a massage?" I said but we all knew the truth.
"Lick it, right there. Oh fuck yes!"
A smile crept across Dani's face as she cocked an eyebrow.
"That's some massage."
I allowed myself to smile as well. "You think our little 'radio drama' did the trick?"
She shrugged, and I felt her body move beneath my own.
Then it hit me. They're having sex. Carly... and her brother... are having sex.
"Oh Brian, yes," Carly's voice carried into the room again, accompanied this time by her brother's deep and muffled grunts.
"Seems like... they're a little occupied now," Dani said while staring deep into my eyes.
"You seem awfully content with what's happening next door."
"It's basically the same thing happening in here."
"But we are only pretending."
"Does that look like we are pretending?" she asked tilting her head down.
I was suddenly very much aware of how my weight rested upon her body. My hips had landed between Dani's spread legs in what felt like a natural position. Our sexes, though still clothed, were pressed together and now felt each other's heat.
Her breathing deepened, and I could feel it. Each breath and muscle that flexed or moved pulsed beneath me. I could almost feel her heart rate increase. My own was thundering through my ears.
"This is bad, Dani."
"You're right. We should probably stop," she said as I felt her hands rest on my waist and ever so softly urging me forward. She lifted her hips and I felt the heat of her mound radiate across the length of my throbbing shaft.
She closed her eyes and bit her lip, gently applying more and more pressure as she rubbed herself on me. My cock, still hidden behind my boxers, was harder than I had ever known, and begged to push into this beautiful woman thrusting herself against me. I couldn't help but push back.
"Richie," she whispered. "We should stop."
Her words said one thing while her thighs parted more and more. I could feel her fingers spread, slithering beneath the waistband of my boxers as she gripped onto my hips to provide better leverage.
I opened my mouth to respond, but just as I did, her eyes flicked open and locked on mine.
"... I don't want to stop... do you?" she whispered.
Just like that, in the time it takes for a single heartbeat, everything for us changed.
I dropped my body full onto hers and instantly our lips pressed together.
It was like a dam had burst and erupting out of it was pure and unbridled passion. We grabbed each other and kissed desperately, fiercely as if it could somehow alleviate this fire in our chests, yet it only burned hotter.
For the first time tonight, our moans of pleasure were honest and real as our tongues wrestled, our hands explored; pawing, grabbing and groping at each other. I felt Dani's strong legs wrapped around me and squeezed like a vice. I in turn grabbed the back of her head with one hand while the other slid up and down her sides, then snaked beneath her to her back.
Holding her tight, I turned to the side, rolling over and pulling her with me. Dani instantly settled back atop me as I sat upright on the bed with my desperate and fiery sister astride my legs in my lap. Free now from obstructions, I let my hands explore her bare legs, thighs, and over the round curve of her ass. She was incredible.
The feel of her body writhing beneath my hands as she pressed into me was beyond anything I had ever felt before. Soft, yet firm, and lithe. The taste of her lips, a hint of alcohol mixed with the mint flavor of her toothpaste. And her moans, her honest and lustful cries of pleasure directed at me, and knowing that I was the cause of them shifted my own urges into fifth gear.
As I slid my hands up, slipping under the loose shirt nightshirt to feel her bare sides and back, Dani pulled away from me.
I watched, dumbfounded as she effortlessly grabbed the bottom of the shirt with both hands and lifted it up and off in one fluid motion, her breasts suddenly free to my eyes for the first time. She giggled as I stared, taking in her natural beauty laid bare to me. Her nipples, were hard and pink, capping her slightly puffed areola.
She rolled her eyes and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me to her breast. Instinct took over as I lapped and sucked.
"Oh fuck, Richie, yes!" she cried.
I was in heaven. The softness of her swelling against my face as I nibbled on her nipple, twirling the nub around with my tongue. Her purrs and moans showed their approval while I savored the sweet taste of her skin.
Slowly, I switch the other tit, basking in the feel of her flesh as I swiveled between her cleavage. Then, the moment the tiny bud brushed my lips, I suck it in, relishing in the way the flesh of her breast filled my mouth. The way her breath would catch at the sudden change in my loving assault filled me with pride and filled her with shuddering pleasure.
"I take it you like them?" she laughed as her fingers snaked through my hair.
I pulled back with a wide grin. A small trail of saliva bridged the small distance between her nipples and my lips before it snapped.
"Are you kidding? You're so sexy, Dani. All of you. You are incredible."
Half-naked and writhing in my lap, she blushed at my compliment.
"You never, like, tried to peek at me, so I never knew if you... you know."
"Did you want me to peek?"
"I'm not sure. Don't boys normally perv on their sisters?" Her coyness carried hints of honesty.
"Maybe. What makes you think I did and you just never caught me."
She scrunched her nose, smiling.
"Ha! There's no way in Hell you are that sneaky."
For a moment I couldn't help but chuckle as here sat my sister, nearly naked with her panty-clad quim rubbing against her brother's erection as she nestled into his lap. And. All she wanted to do was talk about why I didn't try to catch her in the buff all those years ago. My God, I love her.
"Well, sorry I was such a gentleman and respected your privacy. If I had known what I know now, I would have tried to catch you nude every chance I got."
I let my hands slide up her stomach and each cradle a breast while she rocked her hips on me.
"Uh," she grunted, breathing hard as I pinched a nipple. Dani, in turn, reached forward and rested an arm on each of my shoulders. For a moment, it felt like we were in prom. "You don't know everything yet." The lust in her eyes could spark a fire.
"Oh?" I said, tweaking her breast gently, watching her tortured waves of pleasure rip through her, all while Carly and Brian's grunts and moans added to the atmosphere.
She opened her mouth, breathing hard as I pinched a nipple. Dani, in turn, reached forward and rested an arm on each of my shoulders. For a moment, it felt like we were in prom.
"You sure know a lot about me now," I continued.
"Mm-hmm." She bit her lip and nodded. "Like I know this position's one of your favorites."
I let my hands slide lower, holding her hips, then slide to hold her ass against me.
"It is," I said, my dick was like granite as I thrust up against her soaking wet panties.
"I'm starting to see why," she said as she dragged her hips forward. I could just barely detect the crease of her womanhood, her wet and hungry pussy, as it slid over the tip of my cock. A shiver ran through me knowing that without underwear, I would have slipped right inside.
Her lips pressed to mine again, followed quickly by her biting my lower lip. My eyes were on her as she pulled away slowly.
"Can I touch it?" she asked.
"God yes," I breathed, feeling the ache in my loins.
Dani's eyes instantly dropped to my groin as she shifted her weight back to settle on my thighs. She seemed giddy, almost like a schoolgirl again as her hands dropped to the waistband of my boxer shorts. As I lifted up from the bed, she pulled them quickly down my legs, then off with some unflattering maneuvering on both our parts. And just like that, I was naked, exposed, and engorged before her hungry eyes.
"Oh, Richie," she said as she scooted forward once more. She reached down between her legs and lightly slid her hand over the crown, then down the sides, tracing the pulsing veins with her fingertips. Cum was oozing from the tip and now smeared down the sides as she slid her fingers across the skin.
"Dani, don't stop doing that, it feels so good."
"Yeah?" Her smile grew wider but her eyes stayed locked on my rod. It was unreal, watching her explore it, stroke it, stroke me. She tilted it to the right, then left, held it at the base with one hand, and tickle the crown with the other. She let her fingers circle the ridge of the head, lubricated with my precum now glistening across my entire cock.
"You have a nice dick, Richie."
"Thanks, Sis?" I replied. "And you have a great pair of tits."
"What, these old things?" she asked as she hefted one up with a free hand, winking at me in the process. "They kill my back sometimes, you know."
"Well, I think they are perfect."
"Of course you think that. You haven't seen my pussy yet."
Yet; what a wonderful word. I felt my cock twitch in her hand at the weight of what that one word meant. She felt it too and giggled.
"Oh you like that one, do you?" She laughed as she scooted forward on my lap. I watched, transfixed, as Dani pulled her panties tight against her body. Just barely I could make out the shape of her lips, parted and wanting. But my eyes were drawn more to the darkened spot in the center.
"This is so bad, you know that, right?" she asked as she ran the head of my cock back and forth against the wet spot on her panties. "This is so bad."
"I know," I said as I ran my hands up and down her legs. Smooth as they were, all my attention was on the feelings from my cock. I could feel her heat, her wetness, even the slightest definition of her vulva and clit slip against my member. Perhaps it was the context of our relationship, but it has never felt like this.
"Yes, Richie. Oh fuck you feel so good," she breathed.
I felt like chastising her, reminding her to call me Joe but hearing her say my name with such lust turned me on in ways I never knew.
"Oh Dani, so do you. You are incredible," I said as I ran my hands up her body.
This vision on my lap was like nothing I had ever imagined. This fiery temptress, rocking and thrusting against me as she ground her pelvis against my erection. Her whimper and moans drowned out our neighbors. But you know what? Fuck them.
It was hard not to watch as she rolled her hips, breast thrusting up into the air as she arched her back and ran her fingers through her own hair. She fought hard, searching for that pleasure just out of reach, and I wanted to give it to her. I owed her that much.
I reached my arms around her body and pulled her against me, tight. Our stomachs pressed together, our sweat mingling together for the first time. I felt her chest swell against me, nipples digging into my skin as I hoisted her up with a strength I didn't know I possessed.
"Richie," she said playfully, then her expression suddenly shifted to a carnal realization as my hands both grabbed her ass, fingers digging into the flesh below her panties. I could feel the tiny, wet hairs near her pussy tickling my fingertips.
My eyes were locked onto hers as I reached beneath her body, fingers slipping across the fabric covering her vagina, then grasping and pulling it far aside until it rested on the cleft of her ass cheek. Her sex exposed and gaping above my raging cock.
The sudden vulnerability seemed to cause her to shudder, knowing my intentions that rested mere inches beneath her. But I know she needed to hear it. I needed to lay it all on the line.
"I want to fuck you, Dani," I said. "I'm going to make this pussy, mine."
And then... her eyes squinted as she smiled. She leaned forward and kissed me, a light peck on my lips.
"Thine soldier doth thinks too highly," she said, then wiggled her body against me.
Oh, that did it. Fucking Shakespeare.
I sneered at her playfully and pulled her body down, both of us gasping as my cockhead slid up against the groove in her inner thigh, then slipped between the sweet lips of her labia. We watched each other's face gasp, then contort in an overwhelming surge of pleasure as my shaft slipped inside her warm, tight vagina, all the way until fully sheathed.
Few things I will remember as vividly as that moment. The way her body tensed and pressed against mine. The way she felt as she slid down and enveloped me, sweeping me in a way that felt new and familiar. The way her heat felt as it radiated through me. Her scent. Her gasp. And the way her breath caught in her throat when her pelvis landed on mine as I bottomed out within her.
Dani placed her hands across my neck once more and let out a heavy groan.
"Well, it's... Ugh, God... It's officially incest," she said as she settled into my lap. "Jesus Christ, you're filling me up. Give me a moment," she said as she rested her head on my shoulder.
My arms wrapped around her, one hand resting on her hip while the other pulled back the hair over her face. She hummed her approval and nuzzled her nose into my chest. As she pulled her head back, I felt the slightest roll of her hips. We both moaned.
"This is so fucked up," I said smiling as she rolled her hips again.
"Mm-hmm." She responded as she did it again, this time slightly slower, longer. "No more fucked up than them," she said nodding to the wall.
We could barely hear the whimpering of Carly and Brian, still going at it on the other side.
"Well," I said. "It's not a competition."
Dani beamed. "Between who? Us and them, or you and me?"
"You have a preference?"
She shrugged. "Not really I suppose. But if it's you and I, I'm killing it."
I raised an eyebrow.
Her grin grew.
"I already came," she said, then held up her thumb and index finger, barely separated. "Just a little one."
"When was that?"
She raised her eyes as if innocent and shrugged her shoulders. "A few minutes ago when you were rubbing against my clit."
"Shit!" I said. "I fucking missed it."
Smiling, Dani started rising and falling in a slow but deliberate rhythm.
"Mmmmm, trust me, Big Bro. You're not going to miss the next one." Her eyes closed as she tilted her head back and relished the experience.
"You trying to get yourself off again?"
"Mm-hmm," she nodded.
"You trying to come on my cock? On your big brother's cock?"
I felt her shudder as the words left my mouth.
"Oh fuck that sounds so dirty," she panted but picked up her pace.
"It totally does," I admired while I reached down and marveled at the feeling of her ass in my hands. "Fuck, I don't know how long I can last-Oh Shit! Dani, I'm not wearing a condom."
She stopped, fully settling her weight into my lap, my cock fully docked inside her ship.
"You don't think I know that?" she asked coyly.
"Well, Yeah I figured but-."
"Richie, I trust you. If you weren't clean, you'd have told me, right?"
I nodded.
"Good. And you know I would have told you as well, right?"
Once more, I nodded.
"And... I'm on the pill so that part's covered. So, if it's all okay with you; less talk and more fucking, please."
Her slow pace only lasted a moment as our passion started to rise rapidly and with it our tempo. In a mere minute, I was lying flat, hands on her hips as I thrust up into her, over and over and over again. Dani leaned over me, breasts swinging free and moaning my name over and over, just as I was doing for her.
It was bliss, fucking perfection. The rest of the world just fell away as we focused on each other and God damn it felt incredible. The way her breasts brushed against me with each thrust, the feel of her firm yet pillowy ass pushing into my lap, and her sweet, wet cunt gripping me for all she was worth, it was like we were made for each other.
"Fuck me, Richie, Keep fucking me just like that!" she cried as she bounced atop me, forcing my cock to search for new depths within her. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
She wanted me to give it to her, I was ready to do just that.
I lifted her up, causing her to immediately whimper in frustration. It didn't last long.
"Roll over," I said with a light smack on her ass.
I watched as her skin blushed in anticipation as she grinned ear-to-ear, then turned onto her hands and knees, lifting her panty-clad ass into the air.
I grabbed her waistband and pulled them over her ass cheeks, leaving them at her spread thighs. With her legs parted as they were, they stretched out like a net below her exposed sex.
"Hurry up and put it back in me," she said as she flicked her hair over her shoulder and looked back at me. Her eyes danced with mischief and eagerness for what was to come.
I placed a hand on each cheek, each perfect sphere of flesh that parted and revealed a dripping mound with swollen lips right between, and my cock, like a dowsing rod, pointed straight ahead, leveled with its target. I pushed forward and felt her lips part around my helmet. Before I could even savor the sensation, Dani pushed back in one slow, deliberate push, only stopping when her pussy swallowed the whole of my shaft and her ass pressed firmly into my lap.
"Ugh, fuck you feel so good," I said as I gripped her hips and thrust.
"Just fuck me!" she cried out, slamming her ass back into me, flesh slapping with each concussion. "Harder, Richie. Fucking give it to me harder!"
And I did. The sound of our panting and skin clapping together filled the space like the most debaucherous and lonely applause. I pumped my hips into her, over and over again, watching her as she watched me through the corner of her eyes. She would whimper, then tremble, then clamp down on me with her pelvic muscles, gripping me tighter and tighter as I lunged deeper and deeper.
Our muscles ached, bodies pumping with adrenaline and lust. Dani's arms gave out and she fell forward, catching herself on a pillow but kept her backside up and available to my assault. I watched as she bit the fabric of the pillow and screamed a muffled cry of pleasure into it. I couldn't blame her. This was all so incredibly intense.
"God you're deep. Oh, fuck! Please keep fucking me. Please. Ah!" she pleaded as the sweat dripped down her spine.
I gritted my teeth, and kept at it, feeling like a fucking champion running a marathon. God damn it, I felt like a king.
"Dani, this is... fuck, your pussy's so tight."
"Mmm, your pussy, Richie. It's all yours big brother."
Something in there did it for me. I don't know if it was the "big brother" or her saying "pussy" or even that hers was now mine, or even the sight before me of her slamming her ass back against me, forcing my pole in and out of her that made me aware of the warmth in my loins.
"Oh Dani, I'm gonna' come," I said.
"Yes! Do it! Come on my ass, Richie! I want to see it!"
She squeezed harder, milking my cock as I pumped.
"Fuck-fuck-FUCK! Dani." It approached. "I'm... Coming!"
I barely pulled out as a blast of semen shot out of my cock and splattered against Dani's naked back. She squealed in delight and lifted herself back up just as another followed, then another and another, all with my fist pumping my shaft as waves of near-blinding pleasure passed through me.
Panting, exhausted, and spent, I let my poor and worn cock rest between the sweet valley of her asscheeks as my eyes traveled across her body. Strings of semen were splattered across her back and ass like a Jackson Pollock painting with a small pool collecting in the small of her back.
"Damn, Bro, you were pent up!" Dani laughed as she reached back and scooped a trail of the pearly liquid off her ass cheek. "I feel like a Jackson Pollock painting back there."
"Guess I'll... need to drink extra liquids today," I said between breaths.
"I'll say." Her fingers spread watching with amusement at the way the sticky fluid spread and shimmered. Then, without a second thought, she extended her tongue and scooped it off her fingers with one tantalizing swipe. To this date, watching my sister taste my seed was one of the hottest things I have ever seen.
She turned and sat down, careful not to lay against the bed and soil the sheets.
"So..." she said. "... think you could, maybe, get me a towel?"
"Oh! Right! Yeah," I said scrabbling over to the bathroom, returning a moment later with a washcloth. She reached out to take it but I instead wiped her off with all the loving attention a brother has.
"You take such good care of me," she said as she rolled onto her back, legs together with her panties still at half-thigh. For the first time, I could see a small, triangular wedge of pubic hair above her vagina. She looked incredible.
"If I recall correctly, you still haven't come yet," I said as I tossed the rag on the floor and sat beside her. My fingers slid up her legs from ankle to knee slowly.
She shrugged.
"I told you; I did already."
"Yeah," I said holding up my finger and thumb barely separated. "A little one. I'm aiming for something grander than that."
"You don't have to-"
"I want to."
I leaned down and kissed her hard, and the thrill of her lifting up to meet my lips and spear them with her tongue started to rejuvenate my spent cock.
My hand slid down her thighs and grabbed the panties.
"First, this has to go," I said as I slid them off her legs completely and tossed them to the side. The playing field was leveled, both naked, bare and still desperately horny.
She giggled as I spread her thighs, fully revealing her womanhood to my eyes for the first time.
"Oh, Dani," I said, captivated by her... everything. Her puffed labia naturally parted as she spread her legs. The lips glistened and gapped showing the hint of pinkness inside, all surrounded by a short tuft of pubic hair. I must have looked like a caveman entranced by fire.
"Don't stare! You're making me self-conscious," she said as she covered her mound with her hands, legs still spread.
Shaking my head, I grabbed her hands and lifted them out of the way. "Please don't. You are so fucking sexy, Sis."
"You're just saying that. I haven't trimmed up down there since before the trip."
I reached down and ran my fingertip across her lower lips. She bucked her hips in response.
"So? It's not like you were planning on showing it off to anyone, were you?"
She smiled and shrugged then shivered as my fingertips did their magic.
"Mmmmm, I certainly didn't think you'd have a front-row seat."
"Well I do, and I am enjoying the show," I said as I lowered my head down between her thighs.
Dani's eyes went wide as she realized my intentions and pushed herself up on her elbows again.
"Richie, you don't... ohhhhh fuuuuuuuck!" Her words trailed off as my mouth latched onto her sex.
My mouth was suddenly overwhelmed with the taste of her cunt. Sweet yet tart and as addictive as nicotine. My own lips covered hers and felt each crease and fold bend and shudder as my tongue explored every crease.
"Richie, fuck that feels so good," she groaned as she laid her head back on the bed and grabbed both of her legs, holding them up and wider for me. With her sex now lifted up, I dove in like an animal, hungry and mad with lust.
With each stroke of my tongue, I felt her coo and whimper and shake. Sucking and savoring her, I flicked her bean and rolled it gently between my fingers. My tongue traced each part of her womanhood and I lapped deeply within, pressing my chin into her perineum and my nose resting on her mons.
Her hand came to rest on my head as she held me there, pushing her sex harder into my mouth.
"AH! Oh yes, that's so nice! So good! Ohhhhh yesssss!" she cried as she melted in my mouth like candy. "I've been missing out so much, Richie. Oh fuck yes!"
I smiled as I looked up from between her thighs, my tongue still extended and flicking away when our eyes met. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she breathed heavily through pursed lips, watching me feast on her cunt.
There was something so forbiddingly intimate about it. Legs locked together as I sucked between her thighs. Her hand stroked my head as she flexed her hips up and down, against my chin.
I said not a word as I slipped my finger inside, feeling the walls of her vagina grip me tightly. It soon was joined by another digit, slowly pumping in and out of her lovely little box.
"Richie, you hard again?"
"So hard," I said feeling the pressure of my raging hard calling for attention.
"Mmmm, you should put your penis back in there," she purred.
"Where, here?" I asked, flicking my fingers up inside her, causing her to yelp and cover her mouth.
She glared and pulled her hand away.
"You dickhead," she said with a grin, then began to rotate her hips in small circles. "... and yes, put it in me, please."
"I want you to come for me first." My fingers sawed back and forth inside her, dripping wet.
"Ah! Fuck!" She bucked her hips and bit her lip, then narrowed her eyes on me again. "Get that dick in me, now!"
"Come for me-."
"God damn it!" she cried and went to push me off her with her feet, only I moved at the wrong time and she kicked me square in the face.
"Jesus fuck!" I cried as I fell backward off the bed, bare-assed and clutching my face in pain.
Dani jumped up covering her mouth in shock.
"Oh my god, Richie! Are you okay? I'm so sorry." She crawled to the end of the bed and looked down at me as I righted myself.
I pulled my hand away finding spots of blood on my fingertips. The room span but within moments, it settled and I found my dear naked sister hovering over me.
"How's it look?" I asked.
Her eyes were near tears but somehow still composed.
"Unfortunately, you still look like you."
Now it was my turn to glare. I went to get up and she rushed to my side, helping me sit upright. Though the moment was gone, I almost missed the moment her bare breasts brushed up against my side as she lifted me. Almost.
I sat on the edge of the bed and held my nose with my hand. Dani rushed to the bathroom and I heard the faucet run for a moment before she returned with a wet washcloth.
"Thanks, Sis. I'm not broken, though." I said as pulled my hand away and replaced it with the cloth. The bleeding was far less than I suspected with how much my face throbbed. Seemed we dodged a bullet and my nose wasn't broken.
She sat next to me, her body pressed against mine as she rested her head on my shoulder.
"I'm so sorry, Richie. I totally screwed the pooch there," she said.
I wiped my face with the cloth, trying to push from my mind the taste of copper as I rested my head on hers.
"Well, next time you tell me to fuck you, I better listen," I responded, then paused and pulled the cloth from my face. "This isn't the cum rag, is it?"
"... Maybe?" She then laughed at seeing my expression change to concern. "I'm joking! It's a new one."
I felt her hand reach down and find mine. She held it tightly as we sat for a moment in silence. Even our neighbors had grown quiet, perhaps spent from their own torrid festivities.
"So..." I said, bravely risking a break in the silence. "If it's not too much to ask... what exactly were you attempting to do there before you went all kickboxer on me?"
Rolling her eyes, Dani elbowed me. A playful gesture.
"I was trying to be assertive," she said. "I was trying to get you off so you could... you know... give it to me. Totally fucked that up."
I tossed the soiled rag across the room and wrapped my arm around her shoulders.
"Come here," I said as I laid back down, drawing her with me.
We crawled into the center of the bed with me on my back and Dani resting her head on my shoulder. Her fingers rested on my chest while her leg was draped over my side.
"Are we stupid for doing that?" she asked without looking at me.
I let the words hang in the air.
"Maybe," I said. "Probably."
"Yeah," was all she responded with as we stared up at the ceiling while our fingertips brushed each other's skin.
"Dani," I said. She looked up at me with her big, brown eyes. "I love you, you know that, right?"
"Yes," she replied.
"And you love me?"
"Of course."
"Then I can honestly say; yes, it may have been stupid, but I don't regret it. But I know this will make this difficult."
She nodded.
"The trip..."
"Well... yeah. The trip. But I was talking about you and me. Brother and sister."
Dani sighed against me and hugged me tighter.
"... I know. I was just trying to be, I don't know what..."
"I get it." I gently stroked her hair, then let my hand slide down her arm, to her back, then let it rest of the curve of her ass.
"This is going to be difficult for sure."
My cock, having softened from the blow to the face, now twitched as I felt her buttocks fill my hand.
"Not many brothers know what I know..."
Dani lifted her head to look at me.
"What's that?"
"... What my sister's vagina feels like."
"You fucking perv, who says that?!" she laughed as she slapped my chest. She looked at me a moment, then leaned forward and kissed me, softly this time.
"... I bet it feels magical," she whispered.
"Like a dream," I said.
"Good. Because I try to keep it that way. It's a sacred place after all."
"Some might say a holy place," I retorted.
She stared at me, eyes narrowing.
"... Was that a vagina hole joke?"
I bit my tongue to stop myself from laughing.
"I'm afraid if I say yes you won't let me worship it again."
Her eyes danced with light.
"So you still want to? Even though things will be different."
"Dani, we have already crossed that line and I would rather embrace this than regret it."
She kissed me again, harder this time, and wrapped her hand around the base of my cock. When her tongue passed into my mouth, I grew as hard as iron in her hand.
"Will you fuck me again?" she whispered, then bit my lip playfully.
"You're not going to hurt me again, are you?"
"That all depends," she said as she rolled onto her back and spread her legs. She stared at me and crooked her finger with a come hither gesture. I was quick to follow and lifted my body over hers, landing between her spread thighs. My cock now resting on her wet bush and feeling the labia caressing it ever so lightly like tiny kisses along its shaft.
"Come inside me this time." The look in her eyes said everything. Love and certainty.
Our eyes stayed locked together as I shifted my hips back and she shifted hers up. Without hands or guidance, my cock found her willing opening and slid home with ease. All the while, I watched her eyes widen slightly, her breath shudder and felt her nails dig into my flesh as we joined together once more.
This time, it felt different. Something about it was deeper, richer, fuller. We didn't kiss, or grope at each other, but watched each other slowly become more and more enamored in the overwhelming pleasure we gave and received. We weren't fucking. We were making love.
It was intoxicating, observing the tiny little things that made the moment.
The way her body would move ever so slightly with each push of my hips.
How her mouth opened and cooed, or lips would quiver as my cock nudged her just right.
The silkiness of her womb, how it gripped my member and adjusted and caressed each bump and vein of my cock.
Her scent, rich and heady and uniquely feminine.
As for Dani, she was right there with me taking it all in; holding her legs wide open and watching with carnal fascination how our bodies connected. How my cock entered her pussy and pulled out again, slick with her wetness. She watched my abs flex. How my arms supported my weight, deltoids, and biceps swollen and covered in my sheen of sweat. How I looked at her with desire, wanting nothing more than to bring her pleasure.
How could anything this good be so wrong?
"Are you close?" I asked her.
"I am," she said biting her lip. "You gonna' make me come?"
"That's the plan."
My hips flexed and pushed in deep and held her fully embedded upon my shaft. She gasped in joy and rotated her hips in circles, grinding herself on me and whimpering in delight.
"I want to make you come too," she said as she pinched her nipples and wet her lips with her tongue.
I leaned forward and grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed above her body, then pressed my weight down on her as she was stretched beneath me.
"Oh God," her voice quivered. I could feel her stretch beneath me, writhing and humping back up to me.
My head lowered down close to her ear, lips close enough that she could feel the heat of my breath on her neck.
"I want you to come for me, Danielle. I want to feel your tight, little cunt squeeze your brother's cock."
Suddenly, I felt her legs wrap around my body and squeezed tight.
"I'm so close, Richie. Fucking give it to me, please!" Her voice was ragged but sure.
"Is that really what you want? Your brother's cum pumping deep inside your pussy?"
"Richie! Yes! Fill me! Please, God, fill me! Ah!" she cried out and pushed her body against me, pressing her mouth against the nape of my neck. "I want it in my pussy. Give it to me, now!"
"I'm going to," I said as my hips sped up. "I'm going to come inside you, Dani. Oh fuck!"
"Ugh, Richie!" Her voice was rising in pitch as her thighs squeezed tighter. "I'm almost there! Oh my god!"
"I'm gonna' come! I'm going to come in you, Dani!"
"Yes-yes-yes! Do It! I'm... fuck I'm COMMINNNNNG!" She bit my neck to muffle her cry as her body shook beneath me, her cunt spasmed and squeezed as I erupted inside her filling her with my searing seed.
We both shook, my hands now releasing hers and I rested all of my weight upon her. The aftershocks still rolled through my sister as she convulsed slowly diminishing waves of orgasm.
As our bodies finally settled, both of us covered in sweat and panting heavily and my withering cock still inside, I went to roll off her but was stopped as she wrapped her arms around me.
"No! Not yet. Not yet," she said as she held me atop her. The side of her face pressed tightly against mine. Both our eyes closed. Within moments, our breathing was in sync.
I felt the flick of her eyelashes against my cheek as she opened her eyes.
Slowly, I shifted off of her and landed on my side. She was the one to break the silence.
"Sorry if it's not romantic, but I'll be right back," she said and lifted herself off the bed with a groan and walked to the bathroom. My eyes delighted in the shimmy and shake of her bare backside as she hurried away.
Moments later, she returned and crawled into bed next to me, facing me. She wore that same sweet yet devilish smile I've come to adore.
"Hey," she said. Her face had that radiant post-orgasmic glow.
"Hey," I said in turn and nothing more.
We snuggled up to each other above the sheets and drifted off into sleep, but not before hearing a muffled voice call out from the other room.
"Good night you two!"
* * *
TEXAS TO ARIZONA
We all awoke late the following day; us and our neighbors in Room 15. At Carly's insistence, we all met up for brunch at a 50's diner before we continued on our separate journeys.
We were tucked away in the far corner booth fresh cups of coffee poured into our ceramic mugs. The jukebox was on an automated rotation of golden oldies while the regulars sat at the counter and chatted away with the staff.
To say it was awkward would be an understatement. The moment the server walked away, we all sat in silence, well aware of what was heard the night before. We could likely have brushed it off and said it was all pretend, but both women radiated that freshly satisfied glow.
"Dani... Joe's not really Joe, is he?" Carly asked. "Is he your brother?"
Just like that, all our cards were on the table.
Dani looked at me and nodded.
"No point in denying it," she said. "Things got a little intense last night and... I'm sure you heard it all."
"Oh yeah," Brian said with wide eyes as he nodded while focused on the menu.
"And sound travels both ways," Carly added.
"Oh yeah," I responded.
A redness appeared on Carly's cheeks as she blushed.
"Was that really the first time you... like together?" she asked.
We nodded.
"You?" Dani asked.
"Same," Brian said.
Carly looked at her brother, then back at us.
"... that's not... 100% accurate," she said.
His head spun quickly in her direction, eyes wide and lips tightly pressed together.
"We don't have anything to hide here," she said.
He opened his mouth to say something more but thought otherwise and relented.
Dani perked up, hearing Carly say this.
"Carly? Have you two...?
"Yes. We've kinda... fooled around before," she said.
"Car-ly," Dani said, mouth hanging open with the hint of a smile at the corners.
"It wasn't much. Until last night, we never had full on..." She looked around, then leaned forward and mouthed "...sex."
Brian rolled his eyes.
"If you're gonna tell them, tell them," he said as he set the menu down. "We've masturbated together."
"No way," Dani said. I'm not sure her eyes could get any wider. "How long has this been going on?"
Carly's cheeks were red as she sheepishly smiled.
"Since college. But it was only like six times-."
"Eight," Brian quickly cut in.
Carly turned to him, confusion on her face.
"What? No, there was the first one at the dorm, the next day..."
"Remember the RV trip with Mom and Dad?"
"Oh dang, you're right. It's actually more like nine or ten then."
Dani cut in.
"And you both watched each other or what?"
The siblings shared a look.
"Yeah, we did. I'd watch him, then he would watch me, or we'd do it at the same time which was the best."
"But we never touched each other. That was the one rule we had until..." Brian said.
"... until last night..." Carly finished for him.
"Until we heard both of you," Brian finished.
It was a lot to take in, we were their catalyst. Our charade had pushed them over the edge.
Carly took a deep breath.
"I feel like this goes without saying but... I won't be telling a soul about any of this. And I know you, Dani. I trust you will keep our secret just the same..."
We both nodded.
"... What happened last night, for me, was..." Carly looked at her brother, "... screw it, I already know I'll never hear the end of this but, it was the best damn sex I ever had. And it sounded like quite the show on your end too. What you do, that's your business, but I certainly hope you both don't dwell on what happened in a negative light. I sure won't be."
I didn't need to be under the table to know that Carly and Brian were holding hands. The way she turned her head and looked up at him, eyes sparkling, I had seen that before but in someone else and I could already feel that gaze upon me.
Dani's hand crept under the table and her fingers slipped between mine, interlocked. It was all the assurance I needed.
When we parted ways, Carly gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"Treat her well, Richie," she whispered in my ear, then pulled back and winked.
Brian and I nodded to each other, and then they left.
Dani and I bid our hotel room goodbye and loaded up Daisy, and continued our journey west.
I half expected Dani to be hard at work with her laptop the moment we hit the freeway. Instead, she sat in silence, staring out the window for miles and miles. We said not a word to each other, just let the radio play until its signal grew weak, then changed to the next closest radio station. This continued on until nearly sundown when Dani pulled out her laptop and the clicking of the keys filled the cabin. She continued typing for hours, lit by the glow of the laptop as the sunset. I wanted to talk to hear, hear her voice, but she was locked in and inspired. And so we drove on.
When we stopped for gas, I grabbed us more snacks and drinks. When returning to the pickup, I found Dani had the map sprawled out in front of her.
First time in hours I hadn't seen her with her laptop.
"How would you feel about going south?" she asked. "We could head down to Phoenix, then Santa Barbara, take 101 north along the coast, then home? It will add a couple more hours tonight, but I've never been to Phoenix and think it will be fun."
"Let's do it." There was no hesitation on my part.
Hours later we reached Phoenix, Arizona in the dead of night. We found a hotel, a little fancier than I would have gone for but Dani offered to expense it. After getting the keycards, Dani went right up to the room while I volunteered to bring in the bags we left in the truck.
My mind was a whirlwind of what now lay before us. Did we make a mistake? Did we ruin our relationship forever? Did I take advantage of her? Or her of me. Or maybe, this was the end of all of this. What happened in Texas will forever stay there, and if that were the case, I would have to be fine with it. Move on and accept our relationship for what it was; a loving brother and sister.
When I opened the door to our room, Dani was lying on the bed, waiting for me, completely naked.
I closed the door behind me wearing the biggest smile of my life.
We didn't sleep that night, nor did we leave the next day, or the one after that. We didn't rest. We didn't relax. We never left our room. Pandora's Box had been opened. From check-in to check-out, we were all over each other like young lovers, which in many ways we were. My body was hers to explore and she offered hers as well.
We made love, we fucked, and we did everything in between. Not an inch of her skin was left unloved nor unkissed. I found the spots she knew she loved and introduced her to more. And she showed me a thing or two she had picked up from belly dancing, yoga, and even her own website.
She had me begging, completely at her mercy the way she teased. And I, in turn, did the same back to her. When she wanted it soft and sweet, we spooned and kissed. And when she wanted it hard and rough, she got it and gave it good.
At one point she named my penis, or rather both the flaccid (Ernie) and erect states (Bert). She'd lay her head in my lap and converse with whichever one was available, though Bert would always show up sooner than later. Against Dani's wishes, I never named her vagina. She said this would make it less awkward when she wanted to make out with Bert, she could introduce me to her "Friend" for a little smooching.
Yes, even in sex, my sister was weird. But still, it was good sex. Fun sex. The kind of sex that you think about when you get yourself off. The kind you build other fantasies from and compare with other experiences. It was the best sex of my life, and it was with my sister. I'm sure the neighbors complained out of annoyance or jealousy, but for those few glorious days in Phoenix, our only focus was on each other.
Thank god for room service.
Eventually, we knew it was time to move on. We packed it up and shoved off, knowing one more night lay ahead before we reached our final destination.
We drove through the deserts of Arizona, watching the giant cactus stretch to the horizon with the great expanse of blue sky above.
While the scenery was incredible, the sexual energy in the cab was palpable. It was like our bodies now knew each other and responded just by proximity. Perhaps it was the pheromones we both gave off that toyed with our subconscious. A door was unlocked and now a new layer of relationships was opened to us. Perhaps that's why I noticed her nipples appeared harder than normal, or why my cock would harden and grow down the leg of my pants when she looked my way.
Dani knew all this too, she had to because suddenly everything was a game. She would pull down the neckline to her sundress just enough that her nipples occasionally would peek out, just a little. Or in my peripheral, I would see her raise her skirt up just enough that I would suspect she had forgone panties and the tiny wisps of hair sparkled in the Arizona sun. When I turned my head, she'd casually flip the skirt down as if nothing had been happening.
At one point, she did away with all pretenses and when I looked, her skirt stayed up as she had her middle finger fully seated within her vagina while her other hand pinched and tugged at her exposed breast. When she heard me moan, she slowly opened her eyes and smiled her coy grin at me, and continued to pant in pleasure, alternating from fingering and rubbing her perfect pussy.
Listening to hear climax beside me while I drove was one of the sexiest, and most frustrating, things I have ever heard.
After we got gas a half hour out of Phoenix, Dani made a request that threw me off guard.
"Can you teach me to drive stick?"
While the prospect of learning on the freeway did cross my mind for a split second, I felt it best to stay out of the emergency ward of the local hospital. It took a little trial and error to find space, but eventually, we found an empty road a few minutes from the freeway.
I pulled over, put the truck in park, and shut it off. But before I got out, Dani stopped me. She crawled across the bench seat to me and slid into my lap, her legs going wide to accommodate the steering wheel and my own legs beneath her.
"You work the pedals," she said. "I'll handle the stick."
I felt her shift her weight back and forth, her butt sitting firmly atop me and rubbing what I knew was her panty-free privates on my groin, shielded only by her dress and my jeans.
"How do we start?" she asked, looking over her shoulder with an amorous grin.
"I'll hold down the clutch and go ahead and turn her on."
She bit her lip.
"That sounds fun," she said as she reached down, arching her back and forcing her ass further against me.
The ignition fired up and Daisy started purring. A soft rumbling reverberated through the whole vehicle.
"Oh!" Dani said in a playful surprise, she wiggled against my hard cock and giggled. "It feels so nice from here." This was so wild.
"Next?" she asked.
"Next you put the stick into first."
"Oh, already?" Looking at me over her shoulder, her expression was of mock surprise. "Well, you will probably need to get more comfortable then."
My confusion only lasted a second as she flicked her eyes downward and I got the hint.
She lifted up as I hastily removed my jeans and underwear, sliding them down to mid-thigh. I felt Dani lift her skirt up and her hand reach down to grasp my stiff member and guide it to her warm lips.
"Ohhhh there we go," she said as she sank down fully, then rocked her hips to the right and left to try and force as much of me inside as possible.
It was incredible, hearing her breath stuttering and moan as the vibrations of Daisy shook through me and into her. She'd clench and gasp and moan in response, all on the side of the road in the middle of the Arizona desert.
"Wh-what's next?" she asked, trying desperately to maintain some composure.
"The... use the gear shift thing, right there... yeah, that's it. Push it up and to the left."
She did and rocked against me. Slowly I released the clutch and eased us onto the road. The vibrations of the tires on the gravel, then the bump as it caught the asphalt, and the rumble of the engine had Dani instantly quivering. With each tremble of her quim wrapped around my shaft with a wet and velvety grip, I had to grit my teeth to stop from coming already. Thank god it was a straight road.
Slowly, far slower than normal, the RPMs increased as we drove down the lonely road, windows down, hearing the increasing pitch of the engine.
"O-O-O-kay. Time... to put it in second," I said while releasing the gas and pressing on the clutch.
I watched as she looked back over her shoulder, a sinful smirk on her lips. She opened her mouth to say something, then stopped. Instead, she moved pulled the gear shift down to second gear and the truck lurched forward when I released the pedals.
"Oh fuck!" she cried out, rocking her hips faster.
"You okay," I breathed.
"Mmm-hmmm," she nodded. Eyes locked on the road as she rode me.
Our speed increased, inside and outside the vehicle. We were approaching thirty miles per hour and she leaned forward, focusing on keeping us in the lanes while bouncing up and down on me. Each movement was only an inch, but I was so deep already that it didn't matter.
Daisy was purring and her pitch was increasing once more.
"You... Dani, you ready for third?" I was panting hard, trying desperately to delay the inevitable.
"God yes!" she cried out.
I pressed on the clutch again and told her to switch. She did and Daisy lurched again.
"Oh fuck! Fuck! Yes!" She bounced on me harder and harder, shoving me down into the bench seat.
It was too much. I could feel the pressure build in my loins.
"Dani! I'm gonna'-"
Suddenly a loud HONK blared at us from behind. In the rearview mirror, all I could see was the intimidating grill of a giant 18-wheel semi as it shifted lanes and started to pass us on the left.
"Dani... Dani!" I said.
"Yes! Yes! YES!" Dani said as she bounced in my lap.
I watched in horror as the truck driver remotely lowered the passenger window as he pulled up alongside, his mammoth of a truck dwarfing our own.
"Learn the god damn speed lim-," he said then stopped suddenly.
"Come in me, Richie! Come in your baby sister!" Dani cried out.
That did it.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuckkk!" I groaned as I nearly blacked out, filling my sister's vagina with spurt after spurt of my seed all while this gobsmacked truck driver watched from his Big Rig speeding alongside.
"Yes! Fuck you're filling me up! Oh my god, Richie!"
I was still firing off as she screamed and writhed in my lap, legs spasming, body quivering. I barely grabbed the wheel as she released it, my teeth gritted and straining as my orgasm competed for my attention. Somehow, I managed to pull us off the road and stop, the semi honking repeatedly as he drove away leaving us in a wake of dust.
Dani was still in nirvana, eyes shut and body twitching as the aftershocks of her climax washed over her. Finally, the dust settled and we were left to the sound of the wind and the breath returning in our lungs. She rested her head back on me, cheek pressed to cheek.
"That... may have been... a stupid idea," she said.
"... yeah," I nodded.
I felt her smile.
"... but it was pretty fun though," she said.
I wanted to disagree, to chastise her for such a dangerous thing... and it was. It was fucking stupid. We never felt so alive.
I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed her tight.
"It was fun," I said.
Her smile widened against my cheek.
"Wanna go again?" she asked as she shifted her hips. My cock, while still inside her, slowly began to come back to life.
"Hell yes," I replied.
This time, we played it safe, or as safe as one can in a desert. Dani dropped her dress as she climbed outside, wearing her sneakers and nothing else in the middle of the Arizona desert.
She rode me in the bed of the truck. I had her from behind on the hood. We fucked standing at the door, missionary on the bench, and when the time came, Dani swallowed all my cum stating something about staying hydrated. I returned the favor by fingering her to another mind-shattering orgasm.
Eventually, we returned to the road which led to the highway which continued to take us west. When we crossed the Colorado River, the final state line, it felt like a threshold had been reached. We both knew the inevitable was drawing closer; the journey's end. But still, we drove on.
The freeway cut through fields of windmills, more desert, and then the sprawling metropolis of Los Angeles. Thankfully we skirted the majority of the horrendous traffic and continued right on through on our journey westward. We found the 101 freeway and drove on, passing vineyards and mountains until the horizon opened up and the Pacific Ocean lay before us.
We didn't say anything as we saw the sun start to set, reflecting on the great expanse of water. Our hands just naturally found each other's. We drove in silence, holding hands, until we reached our final stop before the last stretch home.
* * *
SANTA BARBARA, CALIFORNIA
The shower was running when I awoke to find an empty bed. The windows were open but luckily the sun wasn't blinding as it was on the other side of the building. We were on the third floor with an ocean-facing view and it was worth every penny.
I groaned as stretched, longing for coffee as I slowly rose from the bed wearing only a smile. Today was it; the last day of our journey. And after that, what?
The shower suddenly turned off, breaking me from my spell. I stood and stretched and made my way to the kitchenette determined to find out how to make coffee. A cup was percolating by the time Dani walked out, freshly clean and wafting a scent of cocoa butter. Her wet hair was wrapped in a towel atop her head, and she wore nothing else, walking with a natural confidence, barefoot and naked and as comfortable as I have ever seen her.
"I will never get used to that sight," I said as she walked up to me. Her smile radiated across the room.
"Ditto," she said as she placed a hand on my chest and raised up on her toes to kiss me while her other reached down ask traced the rim on the tip of my cock. Her tongue darted out between my lips for only a moment before she pulled back.
"Oh, is that for me?" she asked picking up the cup of coffee with both hands and immediately blowing on it.
"Of course," I said, though a little disappointed. That was my coffee.
Begrudgingly, I made another cup while Dani took a seat at the table.
She rifled through her backpack and retrieved a small bottle of lotion. Squirting it heavily into her hand, she pulled a leg up and began rubbing it into her calf. Such a casual act made it so incredibly erotic as it put her vagina unabashedly on display.
Were this a week ago, I would have turned my head being ever the gentlemen. But we were far from that now and boy did my eyes linger.
"Wait a second," I said, narrowing my gaze to her crotch. "Did you trim down there?"
"Mm-hmm," she nodded and put both feet on the floor, scooted her pelvis out, and spread her legs for us both to see. Her pussy was now mostly bare, smooth, but still with a finely manicured bush.
"I shaved my legs and figured I'd clean up a little more," she said while running her hands through her lightly trimmed forest. "But I couldn't take it all away. Still like a little hair to play with."
"Well, rest assured, you look sexy no matter how you trim your business."
"Thank you, kind sir," she said. Her finger slipped lower, right between her lips and she suddenly winced.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, just a tiny bit sore. You really gave it to me good last night."
"Oh! Shit, sorry," I said as I sat down at the table.
"Don't be. I came so hard I almost snapped your dick off."
I smiled. Keeping my erection at bay had suddenly become a challenge around her.
"You gonna be okay down there?" I asked.
She looked at me and smiled, scrunching her nose.
"Awe, you're such a cutie. No need to worry about your little sister's pussy. Just a little sore," she said with a shrug. "Sometimes that's even a good thing."
"Really? You like it like that?"
"Sometimes. A smack on the ass here, nibble and bite there, as long as it's all in fun."
Who was this person? How? How was this the same girl who stayed up late with me talking about Jedis and Ewoks? The same girl who almost burnt our house down making gingerbread cookies. Same one who tied for second place at the talent show in high school for belly dancing to Weird Al Yankovic.
"I feel like I'm learning so much about you," I said, shaking my head in wonder.
She played it sweet.
"What? It's still little 'ol me. All sugar and spice with a dash of pain slut."
I choked and spit out my coffee as she broke out in uncontrolled laughter.
"Jesus, Dani," I laughed. "You are a goddamn handful."
"And you love me for it."
"I do. Lord help me, I do." I rose from my seat and kissed her cheek. "I'm gonna freshen up."
"'Kay. I'm gonna get some work done before we take off."
"Sure. Go nuts," I said as I made my way to the bathroom. Just before entering, I looked back to see Dani had stood and unwrapped her towel. I hoped to never be used to the site of her nakedness.
"Stop ogling, you dick!" she laughed catching my gaze. "Go!"
I dove into the bathroom with the biggest grin.
The shower was a godsend. Admittedly, I spent longer than I should have as I let the soap and water carry away the stress, aches, and troubles right down the drain. Minutes later, patted my face dry having been freshly shaved and teeth brushed. I even did some quick "Manscaping". Dani did it for me, so I should for her, right?
Fresh and clean, I felt like a million bucks. So much so that I may have winked at myself in the mirror as I strode out of the bathroom as naked as Dani.
She was still typing away at the computer when I strode up behind her and wrapped my arms around her shoulders, kissing her neck.
"Still at it?" I asked.
She nodded.
"Posted the latest chapter before my shower." She began to apply more lotion to her body. "Just reading the feedback."
"And what does the public think?"
I kissed her jawline causing her to giggle and flinch.
"Lot of comments. Mostly positive."
"I'm not surprised." I kissed her ear. "How much more is there?"
"Just one chapter left."
"Really?"
"We get home today, don't we?"
"Oh, yeah, I guess so."
I stood, releasing her from my arms.
Dani turned in her chair to look up at me.
"You know, I have been getting a lot of attention with this series."
"Yeah?"
"Yup. People really like it. These two lovers finding their place in the world."
"Yeah... I can see the interest."
"... people have been leaving comments. Asking about what's next. They are curious about what Joe's going to do."
"Really?"
She nodded.
"What do you think he should do?" I asked.
"That's not for me to decide," she said. "But... he could... stay."
"Stay?"
She nodded again.
"With us. The family... with me," she said. "I'm moving home with Mom and Dad."
"What?"
"I know I should have told you sooner but... This was a one-way trip for me."
"But your blog..."
"I can do that anywhere."
"But you love to travel."
"I can do that anytime. But I also feel I need to start setting roots. And the folk's winery needs some marketing work, so they are hiring me on full-time."
"Jeez, Dani..."
"I'm sorry for springing this on you."
"It's... This is just a big decision."
She reached out and took my hand.
"Richie, I love you, and I know you know that."
"I do, Dani. And I love you too."
"I know." She smiled. "Whatever you decide, I will support you. I may not like it, but... Just know that I want you to be happy."
"Thank you," I said, letting silence fill the void while a lump formed in my chest. Something started gnawing at me that I knew was for her as well.
"Things aren't going to be the same for us now, are they?"
"I don't know."
"Yeah... So, what exactly is... this," I said gesturing between us.
Dani took a deep breath and slowly let it out.
"I don't know that either."
"Yeah."
"But... I do know that you care for me, and love me, and you will never try to hurt me."
"Not unless you asked me to."
"You perv," she said rolling her eyes. "Look, Richie, this last week I've come to know you in ways I didn't even know myself. I love you, like, truly and deeply. And to top it off, I've grown quite fond of your dick as well."
"Such a way with words..."
"Fuck it, you love it," she said. It was true. "But what I'm trying to say is, I don't know what will happen in the future. What we have is fucking incredible, and I would love to explore it more. But the reality is, tomorrow, things will be a lot harder. And it will suck for a while, but this new level to our relationship, I don't want to let that go."
"I don't want to either."
"Good," she said. "Now come here."
Dani's arms opened wide and I stood up and approached. She wrapped her hands around my waist and hugged my naked body against hers. Her face turned and pressed against my stomach while she squeezed tight.
"I love you, Dickhead," she said.
"Love you too, Sis."
Her arms squeezed tighter.
"Hey," she said. "I'm really proud of us, by the way."
"Yeah? Why's that."
"I'm pretty sure this is the longest we've been naked with each other without getting dirty."
She just had to say it. My limp dick twitched, causing her to gasp and laugh in glee.
"Aaaaaaand there it is," she said as she pulled back and looked at my crotch. "Wait a minute. Did you trim up down here?"
"Maybe..."
Her hand reached out and gently cupped my testicles. Fuck it felt good.
"Not bad, Richie," she said as she inspected my handiwork, pushing my cock to the side with one hand while she held my scrotum in the other.
"Oh! Is Bert coming out to play?" she asked excitedly and released her grasp.
Sliding to the floor, she knelt down, much like a nun at prayer with her focus now locked onto my manhood. She leaned forward with a twinkle in her eyes and rubbed her nose against my stiffening cock. A tiny trail of precum started to ooze from the tip and rub against her cheek.
"Mmmm," she moaned as she rubbed it over her face, keeping constant eye contact with me until she pursed her lips and kissed my frenulum.
I was rigid, rock hard as she pulled back and marveled at her handy work.
"Oh Richie," she said. "What a lovely erection."
Her fingers lightly slid against the tight skin stretched across the length of my phallus. Tiny phantom touches fueled by her own curiosity. Her face looked content, pleased, and inquisitive as my member pulsed and flexed in her examination.
Slowly, she leaned down, bringing her face just below my turgid cock. Her tongue extended and brushed against my ballsack, a gasp escaping me from the contact. Her eyes watched me, those smiling eyes, staring up from beneath my cock as she licked, and sucked, and loved my testicles, bringing new meaning to the term "family jewels".
"Dani, that feels so good," I said as her hands slid along my thighs sliding up and down, nails lightly scratching the skin.
"I'm glad. That's the idea," she said as she licked the base of my cock, dragging the tip of her tongue from the root to the crown. Her saliva mixed with the seed already leaking from the tip where she hungrily closed her mouth sucking just the top inside.
"Mmmm," she purred, then let it pop out. "You taste so good, Richie. Like really, really good."
She dove back, sucking the whole of my tool inside her warm mouth and began to bob her head. She was a woman on a mission, aroused and sexually ravenous. Her wet lips wrapped perfectly around each groove as she nursed from my member.
The feeling of her tongue beneath the shaft sent shivers through my body. The way she'd use it, circling the head, slurping, and tickling the ridges of the crown while her hand stroked me had my toes curling and my body felt afire.
"Mmmmm," she moaned into my dick as she slightly rotated going back and forth, feeding as much as she could in her hot mouth.
I could see her hand playing with her clit, thighs spread wide. This visual, her getting off while sucking me with such raw passion was what pushed me over the cliff.
"Dani, I'm gonna come," I groaned, then watched her lips curl into a smile as she bobbed faster and faster.
I could feel the tightness grow in my testicles. The heat and pressure increased.
"Dani!" I cried out.
Immediately she pulled off and opened her mouth wide, tongue out inches from the tip.
Oh god. Not only did she want it in her mouth, she wanted me to see it happen.
My hand grabbed my dick and started pumping while she tweaked and pulled her nipples.
"Oh fuck! I'm coming!" I cried out as cum streamed out of my dick straight into her waiting mouth. It was surreal, my body shaking with each blast until it slowed to a dribble. Her tongue curled, catching the final droplets, and sucked them down as she swallowed.
"Mmmm, tasty," she said with a wink, wiping the corners of her mouth with her fingers.
My legs felt weak as I stepped back and fell into my chair, still collecting my breath.
"So... was that incentive to stay?"
"No," she replied, as she rose. She stood in front of me and leaned forward, pressing her lips to mine in a brief passionate kiss, noting for only a moment the saltiness of my seed. "That was me just saying thank you."
"Thank you? For what?"
"... Everything."
She smiled, then her gaze drifted lower down my body and her breath quickened. "Think you can get hard again?"
"I think I can manage."
"Goodie," she said as she walked away from me, my eyes glued to her, watching the sway of her hips and ass as she crossed the room and crawled up on the bed.
With a subtle glance back, she lowered her head and raised her ass, wiggling it suggestively.
Quickly I crossed the room and stood directly behind her, close enough for her to feel my presence. My hand dipped down and grasped a cheek, fingertips dipping inside the crack and lightly brushing against her lips. She flinched in response, then settled her legs again, forcing her ass further back into my fingers.
"Holy shit, you are soaking wet," I said as I slid them up and down, the tips gently slipping inside her sex.
"Mmmmmm," I heard from Dani, "That's so good."
Well, if she liked that.
I rotated my hand and slipped the two middle fingers inside, hearing her gasp and then moan deeply in response. She lifted up on both hands, still on all fours, now rocking her hips back and forth into my fingers.
God, she's amazing.
Leaning down, I kissed her shoulder, then back, over and over, slowly drawing lower and lower to my fingers that sawed in and out of her cunt. Then before she could protest, I dropped behind her and spread her cheeks apart, shoving my tongue deep into her soaking-wet box.
My chin rested against her clit, face now drenched in her juices as I tongue fucked her, plunging it as deep as possible, then swirling around. Her flavors washed over me once more, and I lapped it all up. Her pussy was a delicacy, a sweet nectar, a peach and I wanted to suck all I could. Drink her ambrosia. Her scent, hints of coconut and cocoa butter, and the sweet, earthiness of her body clawed at my animal instincts and I let them take over. Licking and sucking all of her, from her clit to her tiny asshole, even daring to let the tip of my tongue pierce her small rosebud.
"Ugghhhh yesssss," she groaned, her sex trembling against me as I ate her thoroughly. "Please, put it in me nowwww."
Ask and you shall receive.
After placing a gentle, brotherly kiss on her pussy lips, I stood up behind her. My cock had barely parted her slit before she thrust back and sank me to the hilt inside her.
"That's it! Mmmm yes, I love it!" Dani purred as she slammed her own ass back against me over and over, slapping skin to skin.
I caught her eyes, staring at me as I stood transfixed watching her clenching pussy slide back and forth on my dick.
"Good view?"
"So good."
"Mmmm I bet. I hope it looks as good as it feels," she said as she twerked her hips, the pillows of her ass rippling with each concussion.
I began to match her tempo, thrusting forward while she pushed back. Her panting and moans increased into whimpers of pleasure. She raised up again, bracing one hand in front of her while her other darted between her spread legs and rubbed her pussy.
"Ugh! Richie! Yes!" she panted through gritted teeth, breasts swinging below her like pendulums in perfect time. "Spank me."
It was so damn erotic. So raw and primal I almost missed her request.
My hand came down and slapped the meat of her ass. A light red mark was left in its place.
"Yes! Oh fuck! Again!" she said, and I did. Then again. She yelped and smiled that wicked smile at me that just got my blood pumping. Her wet hair stuck to her face, the towel wrap having fallen and coming undone. Hearing her sexy laugh and sexy moans, and yelps and gasps, was the best. I loved how she loved sex; fucking, sucking, and making love.
"Mmmm, Richie? I want you to do something for me," she purred as she slowed down.
"What's that?" I panted.
"Can you put it in my ass?"
I locked eyes on hers to see her suddenly bashful.
"You for real?" I asked.
She bit her lip and nodded.
"I thought girls weren't that into it."
She shrugged.
"Well, some of us are. Different people, different bodies."
Hearing my sister quote our Mom while asking for me to sodomize her will forever be one of the oddest and hottest moments of my life.
"O-Okay," I said. Part of me thought I must have died. This couldn't be true. "I don't have any lu-,"
Dani pulled her hand out from beneath a pillow and waved a small bottle.
"I got your back, bro!" she said, suddenly giddy.
"In a moment, I'm gonna have yours," I replied, immediately regretting it.
Dani just rolled her eyes and tossed me the bottle.
"Just lube me up real good. It'll help if you use your finger."
"Okay. Any preference on which one?"
"Wait. Have you never put it in a girl's butt before?"
Suddenly, I was very self-conscious. I shook my head "No".
"Oh my god!" Dani laughed, then started singing. "I'm gonna pop your cher-ry. I'm gonna pop your cher-ry."
Glaring at her, I squirted the bottle right into the crack of her ass. She squealed.
"You ready for this?" I asked as I gently rubbed my middle finger around her tight, little hole.
"Mm-hmmm," she said smiling as she leaned forward again and wiggled her butt once more.
Tentatively, I centered the tip of my middle finger, the slickness of the liquid lubricant let everything slide friction-free. Ever so slowly, I applied pressure and felt the small, little ring open around my digit.
Dani let out a long, satisfied moan as it slowly slipped inside, squeezing into this new and tight tunnel. I carefully pulled it back out and ran through another dollop of the translucent jelly before easing back inside. Her breathing became deeper, more intense, and more vocal as my finger continued to slide in and out, growing slightly easier. My cock was achingly hard knowing soon it would be doing the very same thing, and with her wanting it, craving it. All that added to the intensity.
"Richie, yes. Finger my ass, Big Brother," she grunted as I pressed it in deep. Her hand had returned to her pussy, fingers rubbing the hood over her clit in small motions.
"Feels good?" I asked while leaning over her back, my cock pressed into the cheeks of her ass.
She slowly lifted up, her back pressing into my chest. We both stood on the bed, on our knees while I fingered her asshole and she rubbed her clit. With my other hand, I reached around and grabbed her breast, cupping it fully in my hand and squeezing it.
Her mouth was open, panting while I kissed her shoulder, nibbling on her neck with my teeth. I could feel the goosebumps on her flesh with my lips as I slightly rose higher and higher. I pinched her nipple when my lips kissed her jaw. I rolled the bud when my teeth nipped at her earlobe.
"Ugh! Richie! Fuck! What are you doing to me," she asked, pushing her ass back into my hand while thrusting her chest out into my other. She was melting like putty in my arms.
In a quick and desperate motion, her free arm reached back and grabbed my head while she turned hers to look at me over her shoulder. Her lips pressed against mine already open and our tongues danced. She was like fire, unbridled, hungry, desperate to be satiated.
"I want you to Fuck my ass, Richie," she whispered between kisses. "Now, damn it!"
She broke free from my grasp and resumed her position on all fours, spreading her legs wider.
I grabbed the bottle of lube and coated my erection thoroughly, stroking myself as I looked at her asshole, my target. As I stepped up behind her, I placed my hands on her cheeks and spread them, my cock naturally staying pointed straight ahead. I expected to feel her tense up, but instead, she relaxed and her hand reached out from over her back and grabbed me, pulling me to her final forbidden hole.
The sexual charge from having your sister put you in her ass is nearly indescribable. To see her and feel her take charge and press me against her anus, to feel my cock press against that backdoor made me nearly come right then and there.
"Let's put you in second gear," she said with a wink, then pushed back and the slick head of my cock popped into her, just like that.
"Oh fuck!" I cried out while she groaned and turned back around. No further need for guidance, it was locked in place in that tight tunnel.
"Ah!" she suddenly cried out bringing me to a halt.
"You want me to stop?"
"No! Fuck no. It's a lot to get used to," she said biting her lip and closing her eyes. "Okay... Okay... Just go slow."
"Does it hurt?"
She nodded, then added, "It's fine. You're just a little bigger than I'm used to."
I dared to push forward and both of us groaned in unison with these new sensations. Each millimeter felt like a mile. So tight, narrow, and thankfully slippery. I felt her ass relax again, and I went deeper. Then slowly pulled out and deeper again. With calm, gentle movements, our pace slowly started to increase, and with it, everything became more intense.
"Jesus, Dani. I'm fucking your ass."
"Yeah... You... are! UGH, God, fuck I'm so full. Yesssss! Oh-my-god-oh-my-god-oh-my-god!" she cried out as she frigged her clit rapidly.
"How's it feel, Richie? My ass feel good for you?" Her eyes looked back at me pleading.
"So tight," I panted. "I've never felt anything like this."
My hips were picking up speed, and before long, we were moving like a locomotive. Her pillowy cheeks slapped against me as she leaned forward, teeth biting the sheets while I ravished her.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" she cried over and over but kept thrusting back into me. She was incredible, insatiable, but something was still missing.
"Dani," I said as I pulled out, her ass left gaping slightly the moment my phallus no longer plugged it. "Can you lay on your back?"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. I want to watch you," I said.
She lifted up and kissed me, deeply, sensually, then she laid herself down and spread her legs, lifting her pelvis up to me. I pushed back inside her asshole.
"Ohhhhhhh fuuuuuck," she moaned again, pinching her nipples and toying with her pussy.
I've no idea how long we were at it, time seemed to slow or stop, it didn't matter. It was just us, being together in new and exciting ways, and desperate to make it last as long as possible.
"Ah! Oh yes, Richie!" she smiled up at me with a big toothy grin.
"Oh, Dani!" I said, mesmerized by her body moving beneath me, squeezing me, milking me for all I was worth.
"Is it good? Does my tiny asshole feel good gripping your big cock?" She bit her lip watching my face, completely engrossed in the pleasure she brought me.
"So good. Oh my god, it's so tight."
"Mmm, God, I want it. Come in my ass, Richie. Do it!"
Her hand was a blur as she rubbed herself. Her expression constantly changed between blissful agony, desperate hunger, and unrelenting joy.
"Fuck, Dani!"
"You gonna come?"
"Yes! Ugh, fuck!"
"I'm so close! Do it, Richie!"
"Oh, Dani!"
"Ri-chie!"
The world turned bright white as I slammed my cock inside, deep and hard. I heard her scream, felt her writhe, and convulse as we came together. My body fell onto hers and hugged her tightly as my molten seed flooded her bowels. Her nails dug into my back, teeth in my neck as our bodies shook together.
There was no rush anymore. We just held each other and lay there, bodies entwined and comforted.
She stroked my hair and kissed my cheek. I looked her in the eyes and kissed her nose. The light that beamed from her face would bring a lost sailor home. We shifted on the bed to a spoon, holding each other tightly as we watched the ocean from the window.
"Thank you," she said softly.
Sooner or later, it all comes to an end. We checked out and, for the last time, climbed into Daisy and made our way north.
The sun was high in the sky as we drove along Highway 101, the ocean to our left as we weaved along the coastline tasting the saltiness of the air. The mountains and cliffs slowly changed to hills and vineyards as we left the freeway and ventured into wine country.
We drove on serpentine-like roads through miles and miles of rolling hills and golden fields, complete with groves of trees, farmhouses, silos, water towers, and various manners of livestock peppering the landscape. Part of me thought I'd see Barb and Winston out in a field chasing down Charlie, that stupid lamb. But of course, they were at the far other end of the country, far away before our relationship evolved into what is has become. Thus, we continued on, driving deeper and deeper into the countryside.
For the last few miles, we didn't speak. There was nothing more that needed to be said or shared; we had done it all. Over thousands of miles, all that was left was to hold hands as our journey drew to a close. And so we drove on, ready to face whatever came next as we listened to the soft hum of Daisy's engine, puttering along down the winding road that brought us home.
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EPILOGUE
"Angie. Hey, Angie! You in?"
The house was rustic with a flimsy wooden screen door, the kind that's always crooked or warped so it never closes flush. Out here, with the cool breeze coming from the delta, even when imperfect, the screen door was a godsend.
"Angie!" I called again and gently knocked on the doorframe.
"Coming! Coming! Quit your hollering," replied the voice inside. "Oh! Richie! I wasn't expecting you 'til this afternoon."
She approached the door and unlatched the handle, swinging it outward.
"I had some free time this morning. Hope that's alright."
"Oh, absolutely. You can bring them in right over there."
"Thanks," I said as I turned to the dolly I left on the porch, six cases stacked on its foot.
"You know, I can just as easily bring these to the restaurant," I said as I wheeled them in and placed them by the kitchen.
"I know, but call me a creature of habit, I've just grown accustomed to bringing them in myself. Besides, this lets us sneak a bottle or two for ourselves," she chuckled, then her face took on a shade of sadness. "Funny, your father used to say the same thing. He was a good man."
I smiled softly and tried to keep the knot of sadness down.
"Oh Richard, I'm sorry. I know how much you miss them after all these years," she said, eyes awash with concern.
"It's okay, and thank you," I said. "I'm just grateful you've stuck with us."
"That is my pleasure. You and your sister have been doing a marvelous job over there. Fred keeps raving about your Cabernet to anyone who'll listen."
"Well, I'll be sure to throw in an extra bottle as a 'thank you' next time."
"Oh, you don't have to," she said. "But we won't turn it down."
"Noted," I said. "Well I hate to just dash off but I got a couple more stops to get in before it gets too hot."
"Of course, of course! Don't let me keep you," Angie replied and walked me to the porch. "When will be seeing that Dani again? It's been a while since you both came to the restaurant?"
"You know what, you're right. I'll run it by her and maybe swing by tomorrow."
"You do that! I'll tell Fred. I'm sure he'll cook up something extra special!"
"Can't wait," I said with a smile.
Daisy sat waiting for me in the driveway, the bed filled with crates of wine still waiting to be offloaded. It took me the remainder of the morning as I drove around town dropping them off. Sure, we could have hired a delivery service, but the small-town charm was part of our brand and gave a personal touch that people have grown to love over the last fifteen years. We didn't even need to add any decal to Daisy. We sold to the locals and they knew we were coming when they heard Daisy's purring from down the road.
It was just past noon as I pulled into our driveway, a long stretch of paved road lined with birch trees. I pulled Daisy into the carport and made my way inside.
"You back already?" Dani called out from the other room.
"Just wrapped up," I replied, taking off my shoes and hanging up the keys. My eyes stopped for only a moment as I looked in the mirror and noted the light peppering of grey at my temples. "I don't know about you, but I am ready to do nothing this weekend."
"God yes, that sounds amazing," she called back.
"What have you been up to?"
"Just reading."
"Where you at?" I asked as I popped my head into the kitchen.
"The office," she called out, voice echoing down the hall.
"Okay," I began to make my way to her. "Oh! Hey, how do you feel about grabbing dinner at Sapori Proibiti tomorrow? I think Angie and Fred miss us."
"Sure! That'd be fun."
"Perfect. Anything you want to do tonight?" I asked.
"Hmm, now that you mention it..." I heard her say as I rounded the corner and stopped dead in my tracks.
There, sitting naked on the sofa was Dani, my dear sister, with a hungry look in her eye.
"... I have some ideas."
The End.
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