19 comments/ 51035 views/ 54 favorites Road to the Sun Ch. 02: The Trip By: IrreverentRev This is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18. I would suggest that you read part 1 first. (revised version cumming soon) I would like to thank GrandTeton for his editing and input. Thank you. ********* James sat quietly, awaiting an answer from Claire. They had been stuck in road construction on I-75 just north of Atlanta. Claire was doing her best to try to explain to herself why she had just jerked her brother off into the pop bottle while he was driving the large rental truck. What had also gotten to her was the fact that she had masturbated afterwards. It had been powerful and she was still feeling the effects of the wonderful orgasm. James was still waiting. Claire took a deep breath and held it for a ten-count before she turned towards James. "I, um, um, I just couldn't help it. As I held your cock, it just kept getting bigger. It felt so soft, but it was hard. The feel of your veins sliding in my hand was great. I just couldn't help myself." "Right, I guess, if I had been in your place and my hand was at your parts..." "I'm not seven James. It's called a pussy. P U S S Y, pussy," she interrupted. "OK, if it had been me, I would have had my fingers buried in your pussy, finding out what was there," he said with a big grin. Traffic thinned out a bit and they got a few dozen miles down the road. Pulling into the rest area, James announced he still needed to piss, which got a small chuckle from Claire. They got out and stretched and wandered off to freshen up. They figured that after fooling with the road construction for almost an hour they could use the break. When they returned they found that Melody had bought everyone a drink. Claire popped the top on her can and had a good swallow. She sloshed the pop around her mouth. She really needed a rinse. Claire pulled out the map and everyone gathered around. Multiple fingers danced across the pages, all pointing at interesting places. Wishes for time and money were made by all, accompanied by sad sighs. No one truly wanted to get back on the road, but the sun was already kissing the horizon. They all wanted to put some distance behind them and decided to drive a few more hours. Claire raised a brow when James pulled into a truck stop. Then she realized that the truck needed refueling. She looked in the side mirror and watched the others doing the same. She decided that she had a few minutes to shop. She grabbed some snacks and drinks and a few trinkets. She looked at the map on the wall, and smiled. They were just outside of Chattanooga, Tennessee. They could be on I-24 in no time and stop around Jasper. To her dismay, they ended up stopping in Manchester. She knew well that everyone was tired. They all complained at every hotel and motel they stopped at, only to find they were full. Cindy had made a food run since it was well after midnight. ******* Cindy felt dirty as she climbed up into the truck with James the next morning. They had just passed out last night after eating, then overslept. Nobody had time to clean up before check out. And breakfast just sucked. All of which just added to the dismal mood everyone was in. Cindy looked James in the eyes, "Well, I do hope today goes better." "We shall see, sis." "Aren't we the optimist." "Sorry, sis. Just feels like a bad dream." "Look at it this way. It's the start of a new day and a new life. A new chapter to write." "Right, but the start of this new chapter is a bit lame." Everything can't be roses, nor can they be thorns, Cindy thought. She was determined to enjoy the ride. She had been a driver since they hit the road and had not had much chance to see the forest for the trees. She pulled her cell phone out and took a snapshot of James driving. More photos, trying to get her sisters in the mirror, and whatever she found during the drive. James and Cindy were fairly quiet through Tennessee, and Cindy's mind drifted back to the past. She smiled as memories of James danced in her head. He had brought her feathers every time he found one. Not just any old feather. They all were beautiful, in good condition. He had even made a dream catcher with them, when she broke up with a long time boyfriend. Cindy came back to the present when they crossed into Kentucky. Police and what looked like army trucks had a road block set up. They seemed to be checking license, insurance, but also looking for something. Cindy sat still and James acted like he was sitting on pins and needles. She knew James had never, in his life, ever driven a vehicle as large as this one. He had driven a few trucks, for friends when they moved, but this one was almost twice their size. She knew they had nothing to worry about. Well, themselves anyways. What was going on up ahead, however, was different. She almost felt like crying when it was finally their turn, because James looked like he shit a brick. They made James get out of the truck and must have had him open the back. She could feel and hear the door roll up and a moment later close again. Then the police let them get back under way. "James? What was that all about?" "They're looking for a bunch of escaped kids from a juvenile detention center out of Tennessee." "And the army?" "No army. They are all popos." Cindy then remembered all the goings on with Ferguson. Suddenly she grabbed the map and looked at their route. Yep, I-70 runs right past all the riots and protests. Now, she felt a bit worried. It must have shown. "Cindy? Are you ok?" "Worried about going through St. Louis." "Why St. Louis?" "Duh! The riots, in Ferguson," "Oh right! Well, how about we make damn certain that we don't stop?" "Thank you, James." "No problem!" Click, click, went her phone as they passed a huge lake. Her heart slightly fell as they passed, kinda wishing they had the time to go play. Her mind had wondered off on other wishful thinking before noticing a sign for St. Louis. Her eyes darted everywhere, scanning for problems. The closer they got, the more she scooted closer to her brother. When they got onto I-70 she was almost in his lap, "It will be fine Cindy. I promise." Her arms wrapped around his chest and she held on for dear life. A kiss to the top of her head as her brother put an arm around her shoulder. She felt secure and warm in his half hug. She loved the closeness to her youngest sibling. She knew beyond a shadow of doubt that she was safe. James had always been a 'Rock of Gibraltar' for her. Her knight in shining armour. Ready and willing to slay the dragon. She didn't want to move, didn't need to move, so she stayed. She laughed to herself as she remembered what took place in grade school, when a bunch of boys had called her names. When they had started throwing rocks at her, James stepped in, out of the blue. He used his body as her shield. Too many to fight with, he blocked the rocks. He got her home safe although he had taken quite a beating. Oh, and that loser boyfriend! God! She loathed that prick! The son of a bitch had the audacity to claim he had his way with her and Melody at the same time, bragging about it during a gymnastics meet, while she and Melody were doing their routines. James had overheard all of it and beat the snot out of him right there and then. Cindy came back to the present as they pulled into a motel. Once again it was past midnight. No one wanted to go after food so Claire called for pizza. They ate and talked and had a fairly good time till they got ready for bed. Cindy was last this time; she lost at rock-paper-scissors. Standing under the pulsating spray, hitting that one particular spot at the base of her skull, the one that causes you to tingle and melt, she thought of her rock. Yes her rock, the only man she has ever trusted. The last month had taken its toll, but the rock still stood tall and firm. When money got tight, he sold his stuff, not theirs. He wouldn't let them: 'Guys don't need all that crap'. She smiled to herself just thinking about James. He was sweet and obnoxious, smart and dopey. He surprised her at how quickly he had become a man. Like flipping a switch. James is 18, born just 11 months after Melody and she were, which meant that for one month they were the same age. She could just picture James': brown hair, blue eyes, make that deep blue eyes. Eyelashes longer than any woman she knew had. He had a small cleft in his chin and the dimples, that pop out of nowhere when he smiled. His body bronzed by the summer sun. James in the shower wet flickered in her mind's eye. The night he fell. His nakedness next to her, almost touching. His tall and lean body glistening as the water trailed down his tanned hide. As the images of James flowed through her mind, they started a warmth deep down. It grew in intensity as her hands slowly washed her body, caressing her breasts and pulling on her nipples. Her frothy soap covered hands swirled delicately around her aureoles. Her mind turned her hands into his tongue. His teeth, pulling on her nipples. Her head leaned back and she push her chest into her own hands and let a soft moan escape. She felt hot and excited as a hand traveled down. Soap bubbles trailing her fingers across her taut stomach and then down deep into her. She was wet and slick with her own arousal. Her breath came in short shallow gasps. Her skin flushed as she slid her fingertips between labia. Her finger brushed her clitoral flesh and she shuddered. Cindy could feel her oncoming release as her fingers worked in her. She leaned against the wall for support as her legs began to weaken. Fingers moving faster and faster, stoking her, pushing her further onwards. She furrowed her digits through her foaming box and then furiously rubbed her clit, as she imagined his tongue doing the work. Sparks flashing in her eyes, she slid down the wall. Orgasmic ripples washed over her body as wave after wave crashed down. Lying in the bathtub, spent but satisfied, she smiled. 'Wonder what the real thing would be like?' She crawled in behind James and cuddled his back, arm around his chest, the other under her head. She could smell his scent, not the shampoo. She felt secure next to him, warm, too. She fell asleep dreaming of her knight. ********* Soft kisses trailing down her neck, skirting alongside her hairline. Strong hands that gently cupped her breasts and fingers that tweaked her hard nipples. Hard bodies pressed and molded and intertwined. Moans and soft whispers that lovers share echoing through Melody's dreams. She couldn't take it anymore and gave up on sleeping. Opening her eyes she was greeted with the drab sight of the wall. She needed release from the lust filled dreams of knights. As gently as she could she exited the bed and snuck into the bathroom. She removed her clothes and sat on the toilet lid, leaned back against the tank, and started to play. Her fingers found her box good and wet. With two of her fingers, she spead her moisture around her inner lips and across her hooded maiden as she thought about sex. Melody had always assumed that she was a lesbian, from the time she and her twin discovered the workings of their bodies. She never really found men to be sexually arousing. All through school she never dated. She would have a fling with some girl every now and then. The only 'dates' she did have were with her brother. James had always taken her out to movies or dinner, especially when their sisters had dates. They would hold hands while walking around. Share little inside jokes. They had a blast every time. Melody was sure that the knight in her dream was indeed James. After all, she knew that she loved him. The only man she ever did love. And she knew that she was in love with him. She had never really considered sex with James, until she had seen him hard trying to wiz a while back. She had enjoyed sex and making love with her sister, and missed it dearly. They had heard that it was incest and illegal. That had scared them into stopping. As she got older, she realized she no longer cared about the morality and legality of incest. Her mind drifted off, and her hand had stopped. The only thing she could picture was a knight. Melody hung her head at the loss. 'A knight, what the fuck?' she thought. Sure, she had erotic dreams, but this one was, well, it was just so different. The more she thought about it, the faster the images left her memory. She just shook her head in disappointment, used the toilet and then tried to sneak back. What she found was James, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching the weather. She glanced at the clock, 7:47 a.m. "Morning," he whispered, while patting the bed. Melody sat down softly on the edge next to him. "You make a better door than you do a window, sis," Cindy chimed. "Sorry," and she moved to the bed with Claire. "Yep, definitely a door," came Claire's giggle. "Sorry. Good morning!" "Morning!" came in unison from her siblings. She moved back and set herself against the headboard and resumed watching the weather report. Chance of thunderstorms in the late afternoon. Highs in the mid 70s, lows in the lower 50s. A little after 9 a.m. they were on the road. Melody decided to ride with Cindy part of this morning and with James later. She sat silently watching billboards pass like the slats of a wooden fence. Most were advertising the cheapest and largest selection of fireworks. Melody was just about to ask Cindy to stop, when Cindy suddenly hit the gas and passed James, got off at the exit and made for the fireworks store. They picked up a few things they each wanted, James included, even though he whined about the money. They took an early lunch or late breakfast and joked. They pored over the map to refresh everyone on the route, and Melody noticed a look in James's eye. It was sad but loving, and his eyes had the color of the morning sky. They all too soon finished and she jumped back in the pickup with Cindy. "I thought you were going to ride with J." "I will but after we stop again." "Something bothering you, Mel?" "I, um, mm... got a bit worked up this morning. I wasn't able to find relief." "Soooo?" "So, I need some fucking relief. That's what I need." "Go ahead." "I can't. I mean I could but I just..." "Spit it out." Melody hung her head and just started to sob quietly. She scooted over to her twin sister and wrapped her arms around one of Cindy's. Melody slowly sank on the seat and laid her head on her sister's thigh. She could feel Cindy's hand running through her hair and rubbing a shoulder. Melody calmed at her sister's touch, just enough to slowly fall asleep. She dreamed of days long gone, of kids playing in a yard. Of a little boy with a towel pinned around his neck, a pot on his head, cardboard shield and a fly swatter as his sword. He turned into a man in full plate armour, a sword and shield. Her knight came in behind his princess, with his powerful hands, and took hold. He caressed her shoulders and neck before running his hands down her arms, to her waist and lower belly. His hands moved slowly and firmly but oh so softly. Her legs parted to allow her knight access to the treasure hidden. Ever so softly the hands ran over her mound and touched her wet lips. Her breath deepened and temperature rose as fingers probed. The fingers entered her womanhood and her hips started to grind. She was getting hot and could hardly breathe. The overpowering sensation caused her to wake. With glazed lust-filled eyes, she spied Cindy's hand undulating between her splayed out legs. She closed her eyes and let out another moan as her back arched and her pelvis rocked in sync with her sister's plunging probes. Melody could feel the release of her fluids as a small tremor started in her womb. The feeling intensified as the much needed orgasm overtook her. "Oh!AH!YESYESYESYES FUCK YES YES OHGAWDJAMESYESYESYESYES!" Her ass lifted off the seat with the arching of her back. Her legs trembled. Her whole body vibrated, adding to the motions of Cindy's drenched digits. Her body was frozen in time for just a few fleeting seconds then dropped like a rock back to the seat. She breathed deep a few times until her breathing changed to quick pants. Her heart slowly returned to normal, and finally her breath. She looked up just in time to see her sister sucking on her own fingers. Melody watched as she slowly drew them out and begin to lick off the rest. Melody said: "Thank you very very much. Just what I needed." Cindy look down at her and said: "You're welcome. Ah... Hmm... what's with calling me James?" Melody's flushed skin went from one of pleasure to embarrassment. She sat up quickly and covered her face with both hands. "My, god! I am so so sorry. Please forgive me." "No problem sis, but you didn't answer the question." "I did just kinda, didn't I?" "Yep!" Melody chuckled a bit then said, "That was good sis." "Glad you liked it." Melody did not truly want to talk about it. "Oh, look it's Kansas City." Melody sat staring out the windows watching traffic build into rush hour. She knew then that she should have gotten in the big truck and kept James company. Claire and Cindy both had told her that he got freaked out in Atlanta and just about every city since. It wasn't too bad, she thought, hopeful that James was ok. After an hour or so they found themselves on I-29. She was happy when the truck's blinker came on. She was a bit surprised, though, as he pulled into a supermarket parking lot. Cindy rolled down her window and asked James what was up and he just said piss. Melody jumped out and joined him, as did his other sisters. When she came out of the restroom she hurried over to them and joined in some shopping. Fruits, lunch meats, bread, cheese, chips and dips and finally drinks. They headed to check out and Claire grabbed a handful of candy bars. Melody spent the rest of the day in the rental truck. She and James joked, listened to music, talked about the trip and sat quietly. Melody also thought about how to deal with her feelings. Melody knew she liked the feeling of being with a woman, especially if that woman was her sister Cindy. The time they spent together was special, and always had a loving quality to it. Melody also knew her feelings for James. She loved him as much as she loved Cindy. James was not a jock. He was not particularly interested in sports, either. He was, however, good with his hands. He made quite a few things for her and for his other sisters as well. It was probably what caused him to take carpentry at the technical center. Melody's thoughts went back to her feelings for James. Even though she thought she preferred women she wanted James. She was only concerned about how he would react. Her eyes drifted back over to James as her thoughts played out. How was she ever going to deal with her feelings for him? That night they stopped around Sioux Falls, South Dakota, just off I-90. *********** James was a bit surprised to find the girls' panties hanging all round the bathroom. He took the hint that they needed to do a bit of laundry. He collected what dirty clothes they had, stuffed them into a pillow case and headed to the laundry. He cursed under his breath at the two dollars cost for a one use box of detergent. When he started to throw all the clothes into one machine, Claire startled him by yelling at him to stop. She took out all the clothes and sorted them, explaining the whole time why things couldn't be washed together. He had heard all of this before. In fact, he had heard it multiple times. He didn't really care to hear it again, but he did. A few moments later Cindy came in with more. Road to the Sun Ch. 02: The Trip The two sisters pretty much took control from him. He just flopped down in the single seat and ate the sandwich that Claire had brought for him. James listened half heartedly to the whys and hows while just nodding his head. He didn't want to spend a lot of time doing laundry. He wanted to relax. Two hours later he was folding the laundry and wondering why drying took longer. He picked up a pair of panties and started to fold them. He paused then held them up. A smile came to his face as he realized that they belonged to Claire. 'Claire' he thought. What had happened in the truck came flooding back to him. He didn't really understand what he was feeling. The whole ordeal was overwhelming. He felt embarrassed but pleased. It was the first time anyone had touched him like that. It was certainly his first-ever hand job. James had thoughts of Claire and the fantastic feeling she caused. Everything that she did that day in the truck came back to him in his dreams. She would jack him off and that would turn into a blow job and so on. James shook the images clear and folded her panties. He looked at his watch and hung his head. It was late and he wouldn't get much sleep. All he wanted to do was relax and now all he would get was a few hours of sleep. He was really fit to be tied. Once back to the room he put the laundry on the dresser next to the T.V. and then lay on the bed fully clothed and passed out. All too soon he was being forced to his feet. "Time to hit the road, bro," Melody said, smiling. James was beat, but managed to get up. Sitting in the truck and driving, forcing his eyes to remain open. He almost drove off the road a few times. He couldn't take it any longer and stopped at a hotel in Rapid City, South Dakota. It was just after 4 p.m. when his head hit the pillow, 7 a.m. the next day when it left. The room was full of stuff. The girls had been busy and were up to something. Yep. He knew because they were not in the room, either. He looked out the windows just in time to see the SUV pulling in. Shrugging his shoulders he went to bathe. When he came out of the shower they were all there. Yep, he was right. The Cheshire Cat couldn't have had a bigger smile nor the gleam in his eyes that could compare. All his sisters were back sitting on the beds. "Morning, Rip Van Winkle!" Claire said laughing. "Morning to y'all, also." "We had a vote..." Cindy started. 'Here it comes,' James thought. "We have decided to stay an extra night," she finished. James was a trifle disappointed at spending their cash. He realized that he needed some down time, after driving the big truck so far. "Right... and?" "It's a surprise," Melody said. James gave in. He knew full well it was pointless to prod in pursuit of clues. He just followed his sisters' lead. They had a fantastic breakfast and took off to explore. Black Hills National Forest was indeed a surprise, and Mount Rushmore. They spent their time walking around and taking pictures, like the typical sightseeing tourist. For lunch they enjoyed KFC. Well, for the most part: the corn was waterlogged. The time they spent did them all good. They all were tired and enjoyed being that kind of tired, not the type from stress or being cooped up. Claire and Cindy headed off to the restrooms after they finished walking around one of the trails. Melody took hold of one of James's hands as they walked over to to the fence. "James?" "Hmm?" "I wanted to tell you that I really do appreciate everything that you have done." Then she turned to face him. She looked into his eyes, noted his eyes had turned a darker blue, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "James, thank you! For letting us spend the day together. I think we all truly needed a break." "You're more than welcome, Mel." "How are you doing?" "Hm, I feel a bit more confident at driving that truck. Is that what you mean?" "Part of it. I guess I should ask you, are you feeling any less stress now?" "A bit. I think I will feel better about everything once we're in our new home." "Good! I don't like seeing you this down. I really want you back to yourself. I miss the old James. I love the old James, not this version." "Sis, I will be happy when you are happy." Melody thought for just a few moments about how he truly did mean that. He could be in the dumps but when his sisters were around he would just perk right back up. "When I am around you, James, I am happy." She pulled James's head down, then got on her tippy toes, and lightly touched her lips to his. ******* They got to bed early that night, and left even earlier the next morning. Back on the road their spirits were higher than they had been for a while. James was even singing to himself. James was enjoying the solitude of the truck. His mind went back to thoughts of Claire. Claire had taken a year off after high school and got a part-time job. She had worked at the grill, saved her money and attended college the next year. When she came home for the summer, she had gone back to work at the grill. She said it was to help with paying for her botany books. Claire had always been a bit on the wild side. In high school she had a new boyfriend every month. She was always bubbly and care free. This summer had been different. James was sure that something had happened to her at college. He was sure it had to do with men. The miles clicked off quickly. As the siblings crossed into Montana from Wyoming they blew their horns. Billings was the next stop, the last city they would see for a while. As they opened their vehicles' doors, they cursed. Cold shivers ran down their backs; with teeth chattering the siblings ran to their room. "Damn, it's fucking cold!" Claire stuttered. "I thought 52f was supposed to be warm?" Melody added. "Well, what did you expect? We came from southern Georgia. 97f. And we are in a northern border state," James said. His sisters agreed but also let him know that they needed warmer clothes. Everybody needed supplies: boots, coats, heavier sweaters and other things. They would stay another night here as well. The next morning they set out. A mall was the first stop. The twins parted after deciding they could save time, hit different sections and each get stuff for the other. Claire went with Cindy, and Melody and James by themselves. They met up at the food court, each with about a gazillion bags, at least it appeared that way to James. He had four, Claire looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "Well fuck, what do you expect? Damn stores carry a handful of men's stuff and shit loads for you girls," he almost spat out. They dropped the twins off at the hotel along with what they bought. Claire took James to see what else they could find. *********** "Well, we finally got some alone time," Cindy said. "Yes, that we did," answered Melody. The sisters wrapped their arms around one another and kissed. Soft lips upon soft lips. Pressing female form to female form. Their b cup breasts pressed nipple to nipple. Their hips slowly started to grind and the kiss deepened. Tongues danced in one then the other's mouth. Hands firmly scaled each other's backs, bringing their shirts along for the trip. Up the tops went, exposing the tan flesh of their backs. Their hands let loose the tops and slid underneath to continue their explorations. Cindy's hand searched for the band of a bra on Melody's back. Her hand slowly continued its trip when she failed to find evidence of one. Melody did find Cindy's bra strap and with well practiced fingers popped the hooks. The twins parted long enough to remove their clothes. They walked hand in hand to the bathroom. "Come sis, you owe me one," Cindy said, as she turned on the shower. They entered the shower holding hands. Both enjoyed washing one another's hair. Melody stood behind Cindy washing her back when she dropped the cloth. She didn't care and continued to wash her sister's back with just her hand. Down and back up between her shoulders, then back down on either side of her spine. Melody's hands slowly worked around to Cindy's stomach. Her strokes softened and became caresses, just below Cindy's navel. Melody's hands slowly worked their way up to her sister's breasts. Cindy leaned her head back and rested it on Melody's shoulder, She moaned as her sister's hands tweaked her nipples. Cindy reached back over her head and held onto Melody's head as her sister started to kiss her neck. "Ahhh...yes, that feels so good, Mel, gosh I have missed this." "So have I, Cindy, so have I." Melody's left hand then drifted south, down across Cindy's tummy, then lower still. "Oh yes! Please yes!" Cindy moaned as Melody's fingertips touched the spot just above her clitoral flesh. Cindy's breathing was becoming labored. Her skin had flushed from the top of her head to below her breasts. Her sister started to lightly pull and twist on her nipple and her clit. She could feel her twin's wet body pressed against her back. The feel of Melody's firm nipples brushing her shoulder blades just added to her desire. Cindy was ready for her orgasm, but it was just out of reach. She tried to grind her hips into Melody's hand, trying to get her to put her fingers inside her tunnel. Her frustration became too much and she twisted around and kissed her sister deeply. Melody kissed her in return. She knew what her sister wanted. Mel pushed Cindy into a corner, then kissed her sister's neck. Her lips and tongue worked their way down over her clavicle. Melody took just a bit of time to reach her sister's nipple. Melody's tongue delicately swirled around her twin's breast in ever tightening circles, targetting Cindy's gum drop sized nipple. Then when Melody was close enough she licked at the hard bud, causing more moans from Cindy. Mel's teeth latched onto it and pulled. "Oh! GAWD!" Cindy cried out. Smiling, Melody continued to kiss and lick down her sister's supple body. She got down on her knees and raised one of Cindy's legs to rest it on the edge of the tub. She placed soft kisses and velvety soft licks to Cindy's inner thigh, up and along the tendons towards her box. Melody looked hungrily at the wet pink pussy lips before her. She licked her lips and dove in for the kill. Cindy could feel Melody's tongue swirl and twirl and lap at her cunt, hips grinding into her sister's face, both hands full of her twin's hair. She shouted: "That's it sis! Eat my pussy!" Cindy's legs were getting weaker as small tremors worked through her body. Melody could feel her sister's oncoming orgasm, and shoved two fingers deep into her sister's wet openning, pumping them furiously as she attacked her clit till she screamed. "Yes! Fuck yes! Make me cum Melody! Oh, please make me cum sis!" Cindy's orgasm hit her hard. Her legs gave way and she slid to the floor, her body quivering, her legs jiggling and her juices flowing. Melody sat back on her knees, water cascading down her face. Smiling she said: "I wish we had never stopped." "Well, we were only kids and stopped because we found out it was incest." "Incest, right," Melody said, with disappointment, as she thought about how James would react. ******* One the other side of town, Claire and James had found a co-op for farmers. "Now this is what we all need, "James said, picking up a few thermal underwear. They both searched the large box for awhile, picking out various sizes and colors. The siblings spent a good bit of time in the store and after getting what they thought they would need, left to get dinner. While waiting for their order, Claire noticed a dark haired woman with over-sized dark glasses was stealing glances of James. Claire, feeling the slight beginnings of jealousy, wrapped her arm around James's arm. She moved closer and laid her head on his shoulder. She remained there till the food was ready. Once they were back in the SUV, Claire decided she needed to talk. "James?" "Hmm?" "Do you think I am pretty?" "Claire, you are beautiful. One of the four most beautiful women I have ever seen." Claire furrowed her eyebrows and thought for a moment before asking. "Who are the others?" "Cindy, Melody and mom." "You're not just saying that cause I'm your sister?" "Hell no! If things were different, I would most definitely be trying to hook up with you." "Different... hmm." "How do you feel about what happened between us?" she asked. James was bit uncomfortable with that question, to say the least. He would never lie to his sisters. "Well, I would be lying if I said I didn't like it. I mean, I did get off after all. How do you feel about it?" "It made me feel a bit weird, but also made me horny as hell." "Well, that's pretty much the way I feel". It did not take long to get back to the hotel. Claire and James were a bit surprised when they heard the thumps and giggles comeing from their room. They flung the door open and immediately were hit with a pillow. The twins were in the middle of a pillow fight. It did not take long before all of them were playing and laughing. Tired after their little romp, they laid sprawled out across the bed. "What do you think the ranch will be like?" Cindy asked. "Not sure," came from James. "Well, I for one hope it has more than two bathrooms," Claire interjected. "Four bedrooms with lots of closets," Cindy added. "I hope it will have a fireplace," Melody said. "What about you James?" Claire asked. "As long as we are together, I will be happy," James said, playing it safe. ******* James had been elected to warm the vehicles the next morning. It had frosted over-night and the windows needed to defrost. After an hour they were on the last leg of their trip. Cindy found a few feathers tied with sting hanging from her rearview mirror. She smiled and enjoyed her drive. Claire had joined James in the truck. She had been joking around a bit when she started to get too warm. She shrugged off her coat and had to help James wiggle out of his. Shortly after that, Claire caught a whiff of the all too powerful odor of urine the same time James did. She knew what it was, and started to look for the pop bottle. She fished it out from under the seat and grabbed it by the top with two fingers. When she started to roll the window down, James hit a pot hole. "Son of a bitch!" She said as she looked down at her pants. She was soaked. She then flung the pop bottle out. She pulled her sweat pants and panties off in one go and flung them out the window as well. "I hope you didn't have anything in your pockets," James said. "No pockets." James had a serious problem keeping his eyes on the road. His sister was doing her best to clean herself and the seat with napkins and leftover ice water from a coke cup. She blurted out profanities left and right, she cursed about the piss and she bitched about the cold water. She also cursed at James because all he could do for the moment was laugh. He offered several times to pull to the side of the road only to get a command to keep going. Claire settled down after she decided that she could tolerate the seat and herself. She then took off her top, smelled it for a second, then flung it out the window too. Sitting quietly and looking off in the distance, dressed in only her bra, her mind went back to the hand job. She had no choice in the matter. Just thinking of the bottle and her nakedness had led her there. James's cock in her hand, the size and texture, the feel of his dick pulsating. All had an effect on her; it made her incredibly horny. She took a side peek towards James; he was still looking every now and then. James, Claire had noticed, was also getting bothered. He had a fairly good bulge starting to form in his pants. The more Claire looked the wetter she became. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, held them and counted to ten. Claire felt a flash of heat rush throughout her. She was glad that the window was open so she could get the fresh air. However, it was not enough. She then rolled the window back up, placing her cheek against the cold glass. Claire swallowed hard a couple of times as she tried to calm down. She could feel her moisture seeping from her as it found its way to her ass cheeks. She became light headed and soon was lying down on the seat. Her heart was beating madly in her chest. Her breathing became irregular. She needed to have more room. Pushing with her feet, she managed to slide across the seat till her head was against her brother's hip. Another couple of pot holes had her head on James's lap. She was flushed, it felt like her flesh was on fire. She tried to speak but had cotton mouth. Her hand reached out... ******** James was really having a hard time driving. Not only was the road getting rough, but he had trouble watching it and not his sister. He was amazed by how sexy his sister was. He could smell her scent strongly in the confines of the truck's cab. It aroused him, had him wanting to touch her. As her head rubbed his stiffness, and her body writhed on the seat, she reached out and grabbed his hand. She pulled his hand to her mouth and bit him. It did cause him a small amount of pain, but she then kissed his hand frantically. She bit his palm before jamming his hand down between her legs. 'Fuck!' James thought, as he turned onto a dirt road. James was at a loss. He was having trouble driving in the first place. But now, now he was sure that he would wreck. He slowed the truck down, just as the road turned into miles of endless rumble strips, the work of graders on a dirt road. His fingers could feel Claire's wetness and the heat that permeated from her. He gently moved his fingers with care and apprehension. He was unsure as to how to do what he thought his sister wanted. Slowly he moved his fingers through her wet folds. He tried hard to keep contact as the truck rumbled and bounced. Claire's body tried to grind on his hand. Her movement and that of the truck just added to her pleasure. The truck bounced hard and James found that his fingers had entered his sister's vagina. Her legs clamped down and imprisoned his hand. Her hands firmly gripped his wrist. 'Holy fuck!' he thought. He was finger fucking his oldest sister. He could feel every little ridge and the upward curve of her passage. "Oh fuck, YES! Yes, James! Please!" He just barely heard her words mixed with the moans that emitted from her now shaking form. He could feel his hand getting wetter and feel her muscles clench his fingers. He had never seen a woman's orgasm as hard as Claire's. Her body quivered as if she had been electrocuted. She was covered in sweat, flushed and panting hard. Although her mouth was open, no sound escaped. Eventually her legs relaxed and she brought his hand to her lips and kissed it. She kissed it all, one side and then the other. The kisses turned to licks and soon she had James's hand cleaned of her juices. James was extremely pleased with himself. Not only did he manage not to wreck, he had gotten his sister off. The way she was treating his hand was proof. James finally got his hand back, and not knowing what else to do, he put it back on the wheel. ********** Claire took a few breaths before she sat back up. She grabbed a can of pop, and had several swallows. After a few more breaths, she turned towards James. "I'm not sure what else to say, but thank you." "You're welcome, I guess." "You guess?" "Well, you are welcome! I truly do mean that. I don't know what else to say, sis. I mean what can I say? That was the fucking hottest thing I have ever seen!? Well it was, but it just doesn't feel right to say that. Glad I could help!? Well, there again I was, but that is just too cocky. So, I have no clue." Road to the Sun Ch. 02: The Trip "James, what I do know is that I love you. More than I can ever put into words." Claire then crawled next to James, and kissed him softly on the cheek. "I love you too, Claire," James replied. Claire returned to her spot and closed her eyes. She keep them closed till the truck slowed. When she opened her eyes again she let out a gasp. The view in front of them was like one out of a movie. James pulled to the side of the roadway, and they both gazed at the mountains rising high in the near distance. Snow capped, and still only the middle of September. Cindy came up to Claire's window and knocked. It startled Claire and took her a second before she rolled the window down. Cindy's eyes grew wide as she took in her sister's nakedness. Claire also worried that Cindy could smell the sex as the air poured out the open window. Cindy then just gave her some clothes. Claire started to get dressed when Cindy started to speak. "Not sure why your clothes came flying past me, but thought you could use these," Cindy said. "Well, I got them wet from James's urine..." "James pissed on you?" Cindy interrupted. "No, a bottle of his piss spilled on me. I definitely didn't want them after that." "Ok! But why a bottle of pee?" "Long story short; traffic and had to pee." "Hmm, whatever. We're almost home now, maybe an hour." "Cool.. how about getting me the directions?" "Right here. I thought you would want them." "Next stop ... home." Claire finished dressing and then joined the rest of her siblings outside. The four took in the glorious view ahead of them. Almost mesmerized, they stood committing the sight to memory. Click, click, went Cindy's phone. She danced around the small group taking pictures of the scenery and her siblings. Claire smiled as she watched the dancing youth record everything and everyone. Claire had a memory that would forever be imprinted on her internal hard drive. It did not take long for the group to make their way back to their vehicles. The cold crisp air more or less forced them. The rest of the trip was short, but entertaining. Claire became animated with her arms pointing this way and that. She bounced and squealed with every turn. As a gate came into view, Claire turned towards James. With tears of joy streaming down her face, she said: "We're home!" The siblings parked their vehicles and then they all lined up at the gate and waited for Claire to find the right key. "Wonder what our new home will be like?" asked James. "Lots of bedrooms with big closets," replied Cindy. "I hope it has a fireplace and a hot tub," Melody added. "A big shower, cause I really need one," Claire laughingly added. "Well, we shall see," James said quietly. TO BE CONTINUED...