Traditions - Summer Vacation

Leaning against the window, as I was, I could see the long straight strip of concrete that was the road ahead disappearing into the distance. The occasional semi that we overtook was a relief from the otherwise utterly boring and flat landscape of west Texas. Or was it now Oklahoma? I didn't know, it all looked the same. Even the semis were few and far between as most now stayed on the interstates whenever possible. Wichita Falls was just ahead, or had we already gone through there and it was just behind? I couldn't remember, everything out here in the "Great American Desert" blended into everything else.

Yesterday we'd been to Carlsbad Caverns, our one planned respite from the devastatingly long trip back to the family farm where Mom had grown up. We hadn't seen that part of the family in perhaps 10 years and, except that I'd agreed to this trip many months ago before I'd started at the University, I really didn't want to be here.

Planned as the "last" family vacation, and a "You Graduated!" trip to celebrate my sister Andrea's graduation from High School this year, as well as a belated celebration for my graduation last year, it would have been familial suicide to try and back out. But I had kept a smile and tried not to show my disapproval. I don't know exactly how successful I was.

Although my eyes were on the road, my mind was thinking back to my last day at school, the last day of seeing my girlfriend, Stephanie. At least, she had been my girlfriend to start that day. I had gone to her room early, after I'd finished packing my stuff. I'd helped her pack her last things, and then we'd showered together and fucked each other silly while doing it -- and then she broke up with me. Or, at least she said she didn't want to be tied down to someone who was in another city or vacationing with his family while she had to stay home and have a summer job and no relationship nor dating. She wanted to be able to "date", which I knew from our relationship meant that she wanted to get fucked -- and regularly. I was upset to begin with but had to admit she was right. Before the weekend was out, I had already admitted to myself that having a handy lover was nice, but we weren't soul mates or anything like that.

But now, in the car watching a boring Texas roadway or trying to count the cars on the occasional miles long train, I felt my cock getting hard as I thought about the last few months Stephanie and I had spent together. She loved to suck cock, she loved to fuck, she loved to have her pussy eaten - and in that respect, we were very compatible. Absently I reached down and repositioned my cock, without even thinking that I might be visible to anyone else. That I was under observation became obvious a minute or so later when my phone buzzed in my hand. A week before I would have expected the text was from Stephanie, but she hadn't even said hello since I kissed her goodbye last week. Instead I saw my sister Andrea's name, and a one-word message.

"Horny?"

Even as I turned to look at her across the bench seat of the back of our Toyota SUV, I saw her push the send button again, and her eyes came up to meet mine.

"M2" was the second message.

There was no doubt that I was horny. My cock was hard, I was thinking of sex, and if I wasn't in the back of this damn car in the middle of nowhere, seemingly going to the middle of nowhere as the view hadn't changed for about 4 hours, I would have been grabbing a magazine or flipping through some on-line porn and wanking my noodle.

Even as my eyes were evaluating my sister, the events of the previous Christmas poured through my mind. My yearly ritual, of watching mom and dad fuck under the tree while I whacked off, had been discovered by Andrea. She'd masturbated herself watching me, and then when I'd discovered her, she'd joined me and for the first time ever I'd touched my sister. She'd touched me, too, as we mutually masturbated each other. We'd talked briefly about it during the next couple of weeks, and she'd indicated it was fun, but she really didn't want to do it again -- at least not with her brother. She'd had her boyfriend "handy," I'd had nothing but my hand until I'd gone back to school a few weeks later at the end of Winter Break -- and had met Stephanie. I met her at a frat party, the sparks had been obvious the first time we met and talked, and we'd been inseparable ever since -- at least until last week. Something about the way it happened I knew it was over forever, even though she had said it was only for the summer.

For some reason, my attention was drawn to Andrea's face, especially her lips. She normally had warm, full lips, but now they seemed a bit plumper, a bit redder than normal, and somehow, I knew it was from arousal. My friend Jerry, who had been panting around Andrea and getting nowhere for years, always said she had cocksucker lips. The first time he had ever said that I'd bruised his arm with my fist, now he said it just to spite me. Right now, for some reason (perhaps that I had been imagining my cock being sucked, although not by my sister) I had to agree. As I watched she pulled her lower lip between her teeth, looked down at her phone and typed something.

"Remember Christmas?"

"Yeah."

"I wish we could do that right now."

"Yeah. M2." Her tongue slipped between her lips momentarily as she licked them. I had no doubt she was thinking of sucking cock and momentarily I imagined her lips in my crotch. My cock lurched in my pants, binding on my underwear. I straightened my cock again, leaving it upright behind my zipper, this time knowing she was watching as I did. She looked back at her phone and moments later mine buzzed again.

"It's almost out of your pants?"

"Yes"

"Show me. I want to see it."

I'm sure my eyes bugged out when I read this, but not as much as seconds later when I looked back over to Andrea. With her eyes locked on mine, she raised her left hand to the waist of her shorts and slipped it inside.

I couldn't see but I was sure she'd slipped her fingers inside her panties too, and from the movement visible through her shorts I knew she was touching her clit. "Show me," she mouthed wordlessly, her eyes dropping to my shorts.

Any thoughts of "we shouldn't be doing this" or "she's my sister" were gone, we were just down to a horny guy and horny girl and she was asking to see my cock while she got herself off. I slipped my hands down to the waist of my shorts, sucked in my gut just a bit and pushed down. My cock, which had been resting just behind my belt barely out of sight, now slipped into the open as I lifted my hips and pushed down with my thumbs.

I only had the head and perhaps an inch or so exposed, not enough to wank - not that I'd really want to in that situation with Mom and Dad just ahead of us in the front seat. I knew Dad would never look back unless there was some loud noise, or something to draw his attention, but Mom was a different matter. She would occasionally, right out of the blue, turn and look back over the seat and say something like "How are you kids doing?" If she did that, she would be looking at Andrea and, if it was obvious to me that Andrea was masturbating, I'm sure it would be to Mom, too. But it didn't happen.

Andrea was quivering to her own touch, her right hand rose to her breasts, brushing back and forth caressing them before her fingers found and pinched her nipples through the cloth of her shirt and bra, her eyes never leaving mine. It was just moments before her hand lowered to the bottom of her shirt, slipping back up under the shirt where I could see her push her bra away to touch her nipples directly.

I had my right hand playing with myself now, keeping it beyond my belt so that she could see me. I reached up and spit into my fingers to provide some lubricant and caressed my cock head, virtually all that I could do for myself in the car like this. Andrea's tongue slithered between her lips again, and I wondered if she was imagining a cock between them -- my cock, or Donny's? It didn't take long, and a harder convulsion racked her body, her stomach clinching, her fingers in her pants stilling, and I knew she'd orgasmed. Her hand in her shirt also stilled, and then slowly withdrew. "Thank you," she mouthed.

My pants easily slid back up when I pulled them, my cock slipping out of sight, and thumbing my cell I texted her "Tits?"

She glanced at her phone, and seeing what I'd written, reached in with a finger and opened her shirt, her finger lifting her bra underneath. I could see down to her nipple, of that I was sure, but it wasn't quite the same as me getting my cock out. I rolled my eyes at her and mouthed "more". Her hand went back to her phone.

"You want to see my tits?"

"Yes."

She got a smirk on her face, glanced forward once at Mom in the front seat, and quickly pulled her shirt open giving me a quick peek at her bra enclosed breast. I rolled my eyes at her, getting a grin in response and I texted, "No fair. Nipple."

She pulled her lower lip between her teeth momentarily, and then unexpectedly unbuckled her seatbelt and slid to the center of the back seat, leaning forward between mom and dad and said "I'm kinda getting hungry, are we going to stop pretty soon?" We all discussed it, deciding that in about an hour we would stop, when Andrea suddenly twisted her arm behind her back and began trying to scratch her back, right in the middle. "Oh! Oh!" she said, and then "Rick! Can you scratch my back?" and pulling her shirt up almost to her shoulders exposed her back and her bra strap, her thumb indicating right at her bra strap was where it itched. I didn't hesitate, reaching over two handed I began to gently scratch her back all over. "No! Right There!" she said, her thumb once again pointing right at the clasp of her bra. I hesitated just slightly but moved my fingers to her bra strap, thinking she wanted me to actually scratch around and maybe under it -- when it dawned on me what she might be saying. When I reached with both hands, gripping the two halves, her "Yes! Just like that!" told me how she'd decided to have me unhook her bra. As soon as I released it, she said "Oh Thanks! That's perfect!" and pulled her shirt back down. Sliding back into her seat she re-buckled her seat belt and looked over at me once again with a smirk.

As I watched she first slipped her left arm inside her shirt, and then I could tell she was slipping her bra over her arm. She got her arm back outside her shirt, and then moments later she repeated with the other arm. Reaching up from underneath the edge I saw her pull her bra out, fold it and, reaching down, slipped it into her bag and out of sight.

Although the shirt my sister was wearing wasn't sheer, it did have a v-cut front that I knew, now that she was braless, all she had to do was lean forward and I'd be able to see her breasts. That's what I expected.

What I didn't expect was that she would pull the shirt down and totally expose her tits to me. With just a little spreading of the v-cut, she slid it slightly left and then slightly right, both of her breasts popping out of her top, the whole time looking at mom in the front seat to make sure she wasn't going to turn around.

I was mesmerized. Although we had played together in the dark at Christmas, I hadn't really gotten to see my sisters' gorgeous tits except through the dim reflected light from the Christmas Tree. Now, in the light of day, I could see how nearly perfect they were. They seemed to be supported by her top, but having already played with them at Christmas time, I knew they would be upright even without that support. Two perfect ripe peaches, slightly puffy around her nipples, of which both nipples were currently erect. She glanced for a moment at me and smiled, looked back at Mom in the front seat and deftly moved her top, her tits instantly falling back into place. I don't know whether Andrea saw Mom turning or just sensed it, but a second later Mom had turned to look at, and say something to, Dad.

"OMG sis, gorgeous tits. Suckable."

"In yer dreams," she texted back. She glanced over at me and back at her phone. "You really think they're nice?"

"Perfect."

"As nice as Stephanie's?" Andrea had never met Steph -- she'd only seen her in fully clothed pictures that I'd sent from school, so I knew she was only guessing at what she was like.

"Nicer." I sent back, "Hers were slightly bigger but not as nice. Show me again?"

Looking up at the front seat as she did, she hooked the top and popped them free again. Once again for perhaps 30 seconds, and then she put them away.

"Donny always says they need to be bigger. Like Mom's."

"Donny's a fool," I sent back. I'd had my hand on my cock, rubbing and squeezing it through my pants, even though I knew Andrea was watching. "Damn. At least you got off."

'Careful or u will make a mess in your pants. Need my help? LOL"

"Take me in your mouth and no mess."

"Ha Ha. Very funny."

"Did you suck Donny?" She didn't look at me but took a while before she texted back.

"Donny and I broke up."

"I didn't know."

"I didn't tell you."

"When?"

"Couple of weeks."

"Sorry. What happened?"

"It was all about him. He wasn't taking care of me."

"You guys were doing it?" I thought back to Christmas. Although I hadn't seen anything, I'd just known they were fucking. She'd taken Donny to his house, where I'd known his parents were out of town. I realized that perhaps her willingness to get naked and masturbate with me at Christmas was because he had not taken care of her. She had taken him home, she'd fucked him until he came and then instead of taking care of her needs, he'd sent her on her way, still horny.

"You kids seeing this?" Mom said, suddenly turning in the front seat to look back at us. Her arm was pointing ahead, and looking up, all I could see was a wall of black as far left and right as I could see. "There are tornado watches and warnings for all of southern Kansas and northern Oklahoma," she said, holding up her cell phone.

"Wow, it's really black," Andrea answered, her eyes momentarily away from her cell. All I could think was to wonder if Mom had turned, while Andrea was showing off her tits, if she would have been able to put them away fast enough. Somehow, I was sure she wouldn't have; Andrea had really taken a chance with pleasing me. There wasn't much chance of Dad turning to see me exposing my cock, and Mom would have had to rise up and completely turn around to look down at me, but Andrea surely would have been caught -- if Mom had looked.

"I think we're going to stop in Oklahoma City for the night and let this weather move out," Dad said without looking back. "It'll mean a couple of hours longer tomorrow, but we won't be having to look out for tornados. We'll just have to get up and be moving a bit earlier. Is that OK with you guys?" I glanced at my cell -- it was almost 6 pm already.

"Ok," Mom said a few minutes later, "I've got us a room for 4 at the Embassy Suites. Most anything nice is already full up, even here they were only showing the one room, so I just took it."

~

It was raining cats and dogs an hour later when we pulled up to the Steak House and BBQ joint across the street from the Embassy Suites. But, by the time we finished dinner, that downpour had ended. Another started just as we finished grabbing a bag each out of the car and heading into the hotel, barely getting wet as we ducked under the entry awning. The clerk first warned us that we were in a severe Thunderstorm and Tornado Watch and gave instructions of where to go if they sounded a warning, and then checked us into the room.

The "suite" consisted of a large "living" room, with a desk, TV, and fold out sofa-bed, a nice sized bath, and a bedroom with a king-size bed, TV, and not much else. I pulled the curtains on the window to look out at the rain once again pelting down, seeing it bouncing off the cars below, sheets of it blowing across the street. "Probably a good idea that we stopped," I commented, "look at it coming down!"

"Do you kids think you're too grown up to share a bed?" Mom asked, a few moments later as I stepped back into the living room. "If you want, we can ask for a roll away..."

"I don't know," I answered as straight faced as I could, "That King Size bed is plenty big enough that I'd never even knew Andrea was there... but what about you and Dad -- will you be comfortable on the couch out here?"

"Nice try, buddy boy," Dad said, clapping me on the shoulder with one hand as he pushed by headed into the bedroom, "I'm sure they'll be just fine." He stopped at the doorway, a look of concern momentarily crossing his face as he thought about his darling baby girl spending the night in the bed of her "older" brother. "Is that OK with you, Andrea?"

"We'll be fine, Dad."

It was interesting watching the family dynamics as we got ready for bed. Dad went in to take a shower. Mom followed a bit later so the two of them were in the bathroom together. I wondered if they were possibly fooling around, but when dad came out a few minutes after that, with the shower starting up again, I was pretty sure they hadn't. Andrea went in while Mom was still in the shower, and a bit after that Mom came back out while I again heard the shower start up. Mom said goodnight and moved into the bedroom, pushing the door closed as she did, leaving the front of the suite to Andrea and me. I wondered briefly what Andrea would say if I also went into the bath while she was showering but immediately dismissed that thought, imagining the shriek and "Get Out!" if I did. I was pretty sure that, despite what had happened between us, she would not be happy if I intruded on her. Turning the TV on, I put the sound on mute, stripped off my shoes and shirt, leaving me just in my shorts, and lay down to watch the TV. I don't even know what was on the television, my mind was mulling over that afternoon, showing my cock to Andrea and having her flash her tits at me, and the thought that tonight we were sharing a bed. I was almost immediately rock hard, and although I probably could have pulled it out and stroked off, I wasn't sure when Andrea would be out, or if Mom and Dad had truly closed the door for the night for good. Instead I just squeezed my cock through my pants, thinking I could jack off in the bathroom when I got there.

The sudden silence when Andrea opened the door and shut off the bathroom exhaust fan got my attention. Lying on the bed as I was, Andrea stepped directly into my line of sight when she stepped into the room. She was wearing shorty PJ's, holding her worn but not really dirty clothes and a couple of Kleenex's in her hands and almost immediately stopped at the adjacent bedroom door, obviously listening. I stood up and as I walked around the end of the bed, Andrea was still standing by the bedroom door. I started to say something, but she was looking at me and shook her head "no," and held one finger up to her lips telling me to be quiet. I wasn't sure why, but did as she was indicating, and stepped up to the door. I heard Mom giggle and say something unintelligible, and then a grunt and an "Oh." I looked at Andrea, and with a smile on her face she whispered, almost just mouthing, "I think they're fucking." She pushed by me saying, "Your turn, Bro," out loud as she did, and I turned into the bath. When the exhaust fan came back on, I could no longer hear anything outside of the bathroom and chose to try to ignore what might be happening next door. The thought of my parents fucking wasn't nearly as exciting as illicitly watching them at Christmas had been.

I had been hard while waiting on the bed for Mom and Andrea to clear the bathroom. I'd managed to quit fantasizing so much when I'd heard the shower turn off and my cock had only been a bit swollen as I headed into the bath, but now, naked in the shower, I rapidly had a raging hard on again. The easy solution would be to do like normal at home -- pound it right then. I gripped my cock and worked it, but not to get off just yet, just enjoying the tension. My mind was reliving the day; my sister noticing that I was horny, admitting she was too, showing her my cock and seeing her unashamedly masturbate while I watched. Reliving having her show me her tits, but especially her admitting that she would have liked to play with me just like we had a Christmas. I knew I was about to go back into the other room, to share a bed with her, where she was wearing a little pajama outfit that was practically nothing, and I couldn't help but wonder if she still was still horny. If I went back and crawled into bed, would she mind if I took care of myself there? Would she watch, just as I had watched her that afternoon, or even better, would she help? Would she let me touch her, or help her out this time? Would she touch me, stroke my cock for me? I wasn't sure, but the thought of what might happen muddled my brain. If nothing else, I could come back in a bit and whack off in the bathroom if I needed to. With a solid erection, I pulled on just my boxer-briefs which I knew didn't really hide a thing and went back out.