26 comments/ 41559 views/ 50 favorites Road to the Sun Ch. 03: Arrival By: IrreverentRev This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 or older. Comments and votes are welcome. Thank you. I would like to thank GrandTeton for his editing and guidance and time spent. Thank You ************* James stood looking at the gate. It was a single pipe that spanned the dirt drive, with a support pipe that branched off a larger pipe. James could recognize a national park gate just by the color. The sign made it clear. Claire, his oldest sister, who was 20, fumbled with the large key ring. She was trying every key in the padlock. James had time to reflect. Their parents died. They were broke, had lost the only home they ever knew, and on top of all that, had to move from southern Georgia to northern Montana. James then looked at the large rental truck. He smiled at the thought of not having to drive that beast after tomorrow. But he did have a few fond memories. A movement out of the corner of his eye brought his attention to the twins. His nineteen year old sisters were jumping up and down hugging each other. They had stopped long enough to do a few back flips, then back to hugging. He looked back over at his sister Claire. Claire had given him a fantastic hand job around Atlanta, and he had gotten to finger fuck her just an hour ago. Now, bent over and still trying every key, Claire turned towards James, and smiled as the lock popped open. James walked up to the gate and pushed it open with his foot. With that done, the siblings joined hands. On the three-count they stepped into their new life. The siblings had a difficult time trying to take in the panoramic view. A wide valley was splayed out in front, with several mountain peaks bordering. More pine trees than could be counted rose from the valley floor to the alpine tree line. Several meadows and ponds in the distance brought their attention to the stream that meandered towards them. As they followed it with their eyes, they noticed that the road crossed it; they would have to ford the river. The quartet, feeling the bite of the cool air, made their way back to the vehicles. They started down the gravel road towards their new home, still a mystery. The stream crossing was not too bad after James had waded it and said it should be fine. James had been considering changing clothes but gave up on the idea when the second crossing came. "James? There's no more directions. I have no clue which way to go, but I think it would make sense to follow the road most traveled," Claire said as she looked at the gravel road's intersection with a two-track dirt road. "OK, gravel it is." Melody was having a blast driving James's pickup truck. The creek crossings thrilled her although they did make her a bit nervous. She enjoyed the winding road, the pine trees and the crisp fresh air. She got annoyed when James just stopped the truck and got out. They were on the upward grade of a small hill, among the trees. Melody's leg got tired from holding the brake pedal. She put the vehicle in park and went to see what the holdup was. Cindy had joined her by the time she got to the front of the rental truck. "Well, it does have a fireplace," Cindy said bemusedly "Yeah, it's pretty," Claire added with a hint of sarcasm. "It's cute. With a bit of work, it will be just fine," Melody added. James looked at their new home, chewed his bottom lip, then said: "I'm Jeremiah fucking Johnson." James's comment got a giggle from all his sisters. "For a log cabin it is in fairly good shape. But it is a bit on the small side," James added. The log cabin was perched right in the middle of a small glade. One story tall and just about as long as it was wide. Green moss covered most of the logs as well as the entire roof. A small porch decorated the front with a window on both sides of the heavy looking door. The siblings decided to have a look inside. Claire surprised herself by getting the correct key on the first try. The inside was a single room. At one end was the fireplace, made of river rocks and rather large. On the other side of the room, there was a counter with a sink, and a hand water pump. Next to the sink stood an old Liberty wood stove that had a crazy straw configuration of pipes. And covering everything, dust with dried pine needles on the floor. "There is no bathroom," Claire said dismally. "Cause it's out back," Cindy sadly stated. That statement brought groans from them all. James also noted the lack of outlets and no lights. No breaker box, and no power meter. 'For joy,' James lamented. "Too bad we don't have the money to rent an apartment or a house," Claire stated. "Nobody wants to rent to a bunch of teenagers, if you had the money or not," Melody said melodramatically. "Not sure if we will be able to find work around here, either," Cindy added. "The newspaper we got didn't have anything," James stated. James checked the water pump and found that it still worked. The brown water flowed for almost a minute before it cleared. The water cascading from the pump felt like ice. The river rock fireplace was the largest one he had ever encountered. It stood in the center of the side wall just opposite the sink. The mantel was one large flat stone. The hearth was another flat stone that came out about four feet in all directions. The fire chamber was huge. It could easily have held all three of James's sisters. Inside the chamber, besides the grate, were two iron stands that had arms at the top. The ash pan needed to be cleaned. When he looked up the chimney, it was clear. "I believe that we can use the fireplace. I'll go collect some wood. Once we have a fire, it'll get warmer and give us some light." With that James walked out. ******* Cindy and her sisters had retrieved cleaning supplies from James's pickup truck and cleaning was well under way when he came back. "Damn it James! I just swept there," admonished Claire. "Sorry, but this shit just slips out. Once I have the fire going, I will unload the truck into the barn I found. Since this place won't hold everything, and the barn is close, I figured it would be the best place." "Will our stuff be alright in there?" Claire asked. "It's dry and built well, so...everything should be fine." "That's good, be sure to keep the stuff easy to get to. I don't want to have to move everything just to get something we might need," Claire added. "The barn is huge, so that should not be a problem." Cindy noticed the side glances that Claire was giving James. Something was going on or something happened in the rental truck. Definitely something happened in the truck. She knew that from the smell that smacked her in the face when she gave Claire some clothes. Cindy decided that she would ask Claire about it when they were alone. Cindy would have to be direct with her questions. Otherwise, Claire, would just beat around the bush and avoid answering. The smell of smoke broke Cindy's chain of thought. She watched the smoke turn to flame. "Melody, looks like you at least got the fireplace right." "Yay...but wish it was the bathrooms," Melody somberly replied. "We have a roof over our heads and a way to stay warm. It may not seem like much, but it is better than living on the streets," Claire stated. A long silence then took hold of the siblings, as each thought back to better days. The sisters continued to clean and James brought in a few more arm loads of wood, then he left to deal with the rental truck. The girls had been busy and time flew by quickly. They had finally finished the cleaning and unloaded the SUV and James's pickup truck. "Wish we had something hot to drink and eat," Melody said. "Oh! Hold on," Claire said. Cindy watched her sister Claire rummage around her handbag and fish out several chocolate bars. Then she grabbed a pot, from a box, and filled it with water. She placed the pot next to the fire and dropped the candy into it. "How 'bout hot chocolate?" Claire asked, with a smile. "I was thinking more along the line of coffee, but hot cocoa will do just fine," Melody said. "What are we going to do about dinner?" Cindy asked. Boom! The door flew open and James dashed inside and slammed the door closed behind him. "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" James yelled. "What the hell is wrong?" Melody asked. James took a deep breath, then said: "A BEAR IS OUTSIDE! Next to the SUV." They all ran to look out the window, and sure enough, there was a bear. A big bear. A brown bear. A grisly looking grizzly bear. Cindy's eyes grew wide as she watched the bear. It was sniffing the vehicles. It smelled the cabin's porch and the front door. Cindy watched in awe as the grizzly left the porch. The bear then wandered over to a pine tree, and started to rub its head against the tree. The bear stood up on its back legs and scratched itself with the tree. James started to sing: "Look for the bear necessities, so a simple bear can rest at ease." "Is that how that song really goes?" Cindy asked. "Not sure, but it is all I can remember," James laughed. "That thing has got to be at least eight-feet tall," Melody softly said. "I don't know, but it's a big fucker," James answered. The bear scratched his back on the tree, wiggling like a fish on a hook. It then picked up a small limb and carried it to the porch, dropped it, then wandered off. "Oh my god! I can't believe that just happened. That was the coolest thing I've ever seen," Melody said. "Fuck! I should have gotten a picture," Cindy lamented. "If that beast is using that tree for a back scratcher, I can almost guarantee that you will have another chance," Claire stated. "Sweet." "I was on my way back to get warm, when...that monster started to follow me." "Are you cold now?" Cindy asked. "No, I think that whole ordeal warmed me up quite well, thank you," James laughed. Claire giggled about that and gave everyone a cup of hot chocolate, which was way too hot to drink due to their bear encounter. As the siblings waited for their drinks to cool, they discussed what they would and wouldn't need in the cabin, along with where it would go. James told them that he needed some help with the larger stuff, but that he was too tired to finish tonight. He would throw the king-sized mattress in his pickup along with bedding, and anything else that they would need for the night. They all went to the barn. The twins kept watch while James and Claire grabbed whatever they needed. Forty minutes later they were all sitting on the mattress, drinking cold chocolate water, and watching the flames flicker in the fireplace. The hypnotic effect of the flames, burning deep reds and yellows, the dancing of the light on the floor and walls, put the siblings to sleep where they sat. That night, Cindy's dreams seemed all too real. Her knight had laid her down in the tall grass of a secluded glen. He began to kiss his way up from her foot to the inside of her ankle. Up her calf to her knee, her knight then added little licks between his kisses as he moved up her inner thigh. When he came to her treasure trove, he moved up and over her mound. Her knight continued to alternate between kisses and light licks as he moved to her lower abdomen. At her belly button, he twirled his tongue around and into the small dip. Her knight continued his upward journey to her lower rib. He followed the rib to the center of her chest. Up and up between her breasts leaving a wet trail in his wake. To her chest and neck; where he paused to chew tenderly. He moved to her jaw line then across her cheek to her waiting lips. Cindy was excited and a shiver ran up her spine. Cindy awoke from the cold on her back. She pulled a blanket over her as best she could, but it did little to help. "James? James?" "Hmm?" "I'm cold." "Turn up the thermostat." "James, the fire needs fixing." "OK...I'll turn up the furnace." James finally sat up and looked around, scratched his head, rubbed his eyes, then crawled over to the fireplace. Though Cindy was still sleepy, she watched James poke and prod the burnt remains. Red embers came back to life as James blew on the charred scraps of wood. Cindy smiled briefly and then closed her eyes and fell back to sleep. ******* James had put the last of the wood on the fire. He was rubbing his eyes from the smoke. What was burning would not last long; he would have to forage for more wood. James was not looking forward to going out. It was still dark and he wasn't sure if his flashlight would work. He bundled up and stepped out. 'Fuck it's cold!' he thought, as he searched for wood. He had found a good bit, but it was too large to break over his knee. Stomping on the wood only reminded him of the fact that he was no Jackie Chan. James looked up just in time to see another old cabin. It was on the other side of the fence. What caught his eye was the stack of wood. James was sitting back on the mattress feeling bad for what he did. He glanced at the stack of wood, and dropped his head. Even though he left money behind, he swore to himself that he would replace what he took plus some. James tended to the fire as his sisters slept. He thought about what the future held for the remnants of their family. Claire still had a few years of college ahead of her. Melody and Cindy were undecided, or were the last time he had asked. James wanted to work with his hands so he took carpentry. He enjoyed working with wood and other natural resources. He had hopes of joining a construction company, and maybe do side work for a contractor. Whatever it was that he would do, his sisters would come first. Just like what he did with the wood for the fire. Tonight, or rather this morning, they would be warm. James added another log to the fire, then went to look for the coffee. James's sisters awoke one by one. He gave them each a cup of coffee before they wandered off to the outhouse. His sisters usually took a great deal of time when it came to using the bathroom, but not this time. They were back in five minutes. "James, this isn't going to work," Claire announced. "What's not going to work?" "The outhouse," Claire said. "You broke the outhouse?" "No! It's too cold! Our assholes drew a puckering string when we tried to use it," Cindy chimed. "And just exactly what am I supposed to do about it?" "I don't know, but we need someplace warmer," Claire stated. "Right. How about I build a fireplace for the outhouse?" James sarcastically replied. "Would that really work?" Cindy asked. "No! He's being a smart ass," came from Melody. "James, please get serious," implored Claire. "I'll see what I can do." The siblings made short work of unloading the rest of the rental truck. Most of their stuff was put in the barn, and some they put in the cabin. They cleaned themselves as best they could, and soon afterwards the small convoy was back on the road to turn in the rental truck. Cindy was in the SUV with Claire and would do grocery shopping. Melody took the pickup truck; she would follow James to drop off the rental truck and then they both would go after other supplies. James was surprised that the park rangers had waved him through the park entrance. He almost wished they made him turn back. 'Going to the Sun road' 25 mph: Logan Pass 18 miles West Entrance 52 miles Caution: Animals may be on roadway. Pedestrians may be on roadway. Road Construction next 52 miles. Watch for falling rock. 'Fucking Great!' James was also over-sized. Height limit 10 feet, width 10 feet, length 28 feet. But the ranger waved him through anyways. Didn't even charge him the park entrance fee. The ranger must have thought James was part of the construction crew. James turned on his radio to the only station he could find, a country station, but that was fine, it was noise and helped him to relax. It wasn't until the second song that James regretted turning on the radio. Radio: "Me an' Earl was haulin' chickens on a flatbed out of Wiggins, and we'd spent all night on the uphill side of thirty-seven miles of hell called Wolf Creek Pass. Which is up on the Great Divide. We was settin' there suckin' toothpicks, drinkin' Nehis and onion soup mix, and I said, 'Earl, let's mail a card to Mother then send them chickens on down the other side. Yeah, let's give 'em a ride.' Wolf Creek Pass, way up on the Great Divide, Truckin' on down the other side." James made sure he was in second-gear and put both hands on the steering wheel. His knuckles were white as his fists clenched tight; he was going down the hill from hell. He wished he had a VW micro-bus. James was relieved the drive wasn't as bad as the song that played. He did worry as he dodged low rock overhangs, but he did well. He also thought: "Those poor chickens." ******* Claire and Cindy had been worried about James. The road was a mess; construction and the water from the falls had turned the road to mud. The drive took a lot longer than any of them would have liked. Cindy did manage to get several pictures of snow, mountains and even Big Horned Sheep. She had wanted to talk to Claire about what happened in the rental truck yesterday, but she decided that it was just a bad time. Claire and Cindy made it back to the cabin in the late afternoon. They stacked all the foodstuffs in a corner by the sink and put a makeshift kitchen together. Claire was beginning to arrange the rest of the cabin when Cindy started her questions. "Claire? Can I ask you some personal questions?" "Hmm, sure, go right ahead." "Um, did you fuck James yesterday?" Claire dropped a box she was carrying. She hung her head and her shoulders fell. "Oh my god! You did fuck James!" "No! I didn't fuck James." "Then what happened in the rental truck? When you opened the window it smelled like someone got fucked. And you were naked. So don't tell me that nothing happened." Cindy could almost see the wheels turning in her sister's head. Claire had never lied to her before, but would she lie now? Cindy halfway expected Claire to. "James and I haven't fucked." "I sense a 'but' in there." "Well, do you remember what I told you about the bottle of pee?" "Yeah." "Well, we were in the road construction outside of Atlanta, and I had to help James pee into the bottle. It excited me a bit that first time, cause James got a bit hard. The next time I tried to help him pee, I had trouble aiming his cock at the bottle. I tried to adjust him, but he just kept getting harder." "You sucked his cock?" "No! Stop interrupting or I'll not tell you." "Go on then." "He got really hard and I ended up jacking him off," Claire said with a bit of exasperation. "OK, but that was days ago, not yesterday." "Well...after I spilled the bottle on myself, and I was naked, I thought back to the day I jacked him off. It got me so...bothered, that I could hardly breath. I sorta forced James to finger me." "You FORCED James to finger fuck you?" "Yeah, but he didn't complain either." "So... how was it?" "I would have to say it was the best orgasm I have ever had." "Really? The best, huh?" "I had an on-going orgasm since I started to think about that hand job. When James had his hand in me, it took me to a level I had never even thought possible." Cindy and Claire both turned their heads towards the door when they heard James' pickup truck pulling up to the cabin. "We will have to finish this conversation later," Cindy said. Melody came through the door with a bundle of wood, and told her sisters that James needed help unloading his pickup truck. After everything was brought in, James left again, saying something that nobody understood. He returned a few minutes later with a large metal tub. Road to the Sun Ch. 03: Arrival "Could one of you please clean this?" "Sure," Claire answered. James then left again. "I wonder what James has in mind for that tub?" Cindy asked. "He said that it was going to be our new bathtub," Melody answered. Claire had just finished washing up the tub when James came back with an arm load of stuff. He had: a car battery, an extension cord, a strange looking box and some wires. He sat them on the floor next to the door. "What are you doing?" Cindy inquired. "I'm putting a fireplace in the outhouse," James giggled. The girls just watched as James connected the wires to the battery. Then the wires to the box, and finally plugged the extension cord into the box. James then ran the cord out the door. The girls followed him as he ran the cord up the side of the cabin and then over to the outhouse. James opened the door and plugged a space heater in. "Ta da!" Cindy went over to the space heater and turned it on. Nothing happened. She looked at James and he said: "You have to turn it on at the power converter." Claire was on it in a flash. A few seconds later, the red glow from the wire elements confirmed that they had a heated toilet. Cindy also noted that James had installed a new soft toilet seat. Back inside the cabin James turned off the converter. He explained that they needed to turn it on and off so the battery would last longer. He then went on and explained how to use the tub. He put it next to the fire and had his sisters fill it. They all got the idea and prepared for a bath. Cindy just happened to look over at James and noticed he looked a bit pale. Before she had the opportunity to ask him, he fell to the floor. "James!" The girls were on him in no time. Their hands were fighting over his forehead. "He's burning up!" Melody announced. "James!? JAMES!?" "What?" He finally answered. "How are you feeling?" Claire worryingly asked. "I'm fine." "You just fell to the floor! You're not fine. How do you feel?" Melody admonished. "I think I have a fever." "We know that. Do you hurt anywhere?" Claire asked. "Just my feet." Cindy grabbed one of his feet and Melody the other. His shoes and socks were wet. They all were shocked by how wrinkled and pasty white his feet were. "James? Why are your feet wet?" Melody asked. "My shoes didn't get dry after I waded the streams yesterday. I had to put them on when I went after wood this morning. I've not taken them off since." Cindy and her sisters then stripped James. They got him into the galvanized tub, and bathed him like he was a toddler. James had tried to wave them off but was ignored. Cindy paid close attention to her sisters. She watched their eyes; they had a concerned yet loving look. Their touch, as they washed James, was tender. They got James on the mattress after they dried him. They fed him like a helpless infant against his protests. "I'm not a baby. I can feed myself." They just kept shoving food in his mouth. Claire gave him an aspirin after he finished eating then made James go to bed. He complained but did as he was told. James was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. "Do you think James will be OK?" Melody asked as she tucked him in. "Well, I think he will be fine. I hope it's just a bug, and not pneumonia. We will keep watch all night," Claire solemnly said. The sisters cleaned up after their meager meal. They added wood to the fire and kept watch over James. The night was long and it took its toll on the girls. They fell asleep next to James. ********* That night, James passed away. Melody was crying as she held his lifeless body in her arms. Her fingers running through his hair, her tears falling down her face and onto James's forehead. "James! James! Oh my god! Sweet Jesus! No! NO!" Melody was besides herself. Her body trembled as she sobbed over her brother's cold body. Hands were pulling and pushing her. She refused to release James. "NO! NO! JAMES! OH MY GOD JAMES!" "What? What's wrong?" James asked as he tried to wake her up. Melody awoke slowly, as James shook her. When her eyes opened, she saw James's concerned face. She reached out and grabbed him by the hair on his head. Melody kissed him fanatically all over his face. She pulled his head back and said: "Don't you EVER, die on me again!" "OK..." "No oks James! Promise me that you will never die!" James wrapped his arms around his sister, kissed her gently on the cheek. "I promise." Melody was content in her brother's arms. His head felt rather warm against her cheek. She glanced over at the fire and noted that it had plenty of wood. She was happy that she would not have to leave his embrace. Melody rolled over in James's embrace. She held his arms tight to her chest, closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep. ******* Claire and Cindy lay facing each other. Staring into each others eyes. They had been woken by Melody's screaming. Neither said a word. They both heard everything. They never could recall a time that James had talked in his sleep. His fever must have been the trigger. He promised them all that he loved them, and would be there for them, forevermore. Cindy fell asleep a short time after James had quieted down. Claire got up; she had too much running through her mind. Claire played in the fire and added another log. She got dressed and went out to the porch. Moonlight lit up everything almost as well as the sun did on a cloudy day. She sat down and listened to an owl, off in the distance. 'James.' What would she do if he had died? Just the thought of it brought tears. She had crumbled at the funeral home when they tried to make arrangements for their parents. Claire still was confused about how they had died. She was angry as well; they had been taken away from them while on vacation. Claire's parents had not had a honeymoon or a vacation since they got married. Since the kids were no longer in high school, they decided to go Niagara Falls. They never made it. The shooting happened around New York City. They had been in a hotel next to a club. They just happened to end up in the middle of a gang shootout. Drugs or rapper pride was most likely the case. In any event, Mom had a closed coffin funeral. She was shot in the face with a shotgun. Dad was hit multiple times with some type of hand gun. The investigation was ongoing and the insurance company refused to pay until it was all sorted out. That was almost two months ago now, and nothing had changed. Claire looked up in the star-filled sky, her tears flowing like a waterfall. "Mommy...Daddy...I...I...m-miss you!" Cindy opened the door the rest of the way and walked to her sister. "I miss them, too," she said, and placed her hands on Claire's shoulders. Cindy led Claire back to bed and hugged her as they both quietly cried themselves to sleep. Melody was the first to wake. She checked on James and he was still warm to the touch. The fire was burning low and needed to be tended. Reluctantly, she crawled out from under the covers. Melody started to fix coffee and did her best to be quiet. Claire and Cindy still woke up. They claimed that it was the smell of coffee, and not, any noise that Melody may have made. The sisters agreed to let James sleep. They put up curtains and put away clothes. They turned the small cabin into their home. The furniture could wait till James was better. Claire looked around their new home - it still needed something on the barren walls. Something for the fireplace's mantel. She needed to decorate. "If this is going to be our home, then by god, I want it to look it." "Um, er, what?" James was sitting up. "James, so sorry for waking you." "What time is it?" "2:37 p.m." Cindy said looking at her cell phone. "Mm k. Can I get something to drink? Maybe some coffee?" "Sure, would you like some apple juice?" Cindy held up the bottle. "Yeah...that would be good." James, drinking his juice, surveyed his sister's handiwork. The cabin was starting to look really nice. James even told them so - as he walked out the door. He was in his boxers. Cindy and Claire wandered off to the barn to see what else they could find for the cabin. Cindy took the opportunity to resume their previous conversation. "Do you plan on having sex with James?" Claire stopped dead in her tracks. She had hoped that this conversation would have been later, much later. Preferably never. "I don't plan on it." "But?" Cindy smiled. "But...I don't know. I have some very strong feelings for James." "And you don't know if you could..." "Stop myself?" Cindy continued to walk to the barn "Right. After all, you did force him to finger you." "So, what if I do have sex with James? Not like it concerns anyone, except for James and I." Cindy stopped at the barn door - turned towards Claire. "How does James feel about what happened?" "He said that if things were different, he would date me." "When did he say that?" "After I masturbated him." "That's what I thought! He turned you down, and then you just had to force him to finger you! Claire just had to have what Claire wanted, and be damn with how James felt! Just like in high school." "That's not fair Cindy." "How is it not fair? You had a boyfriend every month. You used them and then just threw them away." "That's not what happened. I dumped guys that turned into octopuses. I don't like to be groped. Just because I go out with someone doesn't mean that I want to have sex." Melody could hardly believe what she was hearing. She had wanted to pick out some things to decorate with as well. She followed her sisters to the barn and overheard everything. Melody was jealous and upset that Claire had some physical activity with James before she had. When Cindy told Claire not to hurt James, to treat him well and not to force him into anything or Cindy would scratch her eyes out, Melody smiled. Melody was still upset with Claire, and returned to the cabin. She checked on James who was back to sleep on the mattress. He was still warm but not as warm as he had been. ******* Tonight was warmer than it had been. The girls had contemplated about the fire, and decided that James still should have a one. It was almost too warm. James' sisters wore their underwear to bed. Melody's dream was not of knights, but of James. His hands were massaging her pert breasts from behind. His kisses, soft on the back of her neck. His body pressed firmly against her back; flesh to flesh. James was grinding his hips into her well defined buttocks. Slowly his member grazed her womanhood. The tip gently rubbing against her clit as it slid back and forth. Small tremors danced across Melody's body. James's hands felt like magic as he pulled ever so gently on her nipples. Melody held her breath as her vaginal muscles contracted over and over. Melody's eyes flickered open to the sight of the flames licking at half burnt logs. Firelight and shadows danced around the room. Her hand came to her breast and found another. Melody held the hand in place. She could feel a warm body gently pressed to her back. Feel the grinding of a hip into her butt cheeks. Feel the warm wet hard pressure that slid between the folds of her box. Melody's legs quivered as she realized that it was James's hand on her breast,and his manhood sliding through her box. She closed her eyes and listened to his regular breathing. Her hand gently squeezing his as he continued to caress her breast. James's prick became wetter as Melody's body released more of her fluids. The slow and short movements were steady as he continued to glide through her labia. His tip never lost contact with her hooded maiden. "Mel," escaped softly as James's cock flexed. Melody's body rippled as she felt hot pulse after pulse of James's seed blast her clit. James then let out a soft snore and rolled away. Melody could hardly move. She missed his touch. She rolled over, laid her head on his shoulder and drifted back to sleep. ******* James arose just before dawn. He felt better than he had for the last couple of days. While he was dressing, he noticed that the cabin's walls were adorned with many of his creations. Half a dozen dream catchers, spice racks, key holders and what not. Smiling, he grabbed the bottle of apple juice, then walked out the door. James was standing on the porch marveling at the view. The mountain's peaks were bathed in the early morning light. He was pleased that it was not as cold as it had been. Looking around, James noticed the limb that the bear had left on the porch. Picking it up, he remembered the bear. James played with the limb as he walked to the barn. It was fairly pliable and would make a great rim for a large dream catcher. He left the limb in the barn and grabbed a chainsaw and ax, that he had picked up at garage sale. He loaded them in his pickup, and took off. James didn't want to be too close to the house, didn't want to wake his sisters. James spent the morning cutting fire wood and thinking about the dream he had last night. He dreamt of sex with Claire that turned into sex with Melody. James could have sworn that he could smell her in his dream. Feel her body pressed firmly against his. "FUCK!" James realized almost to late; he needed to pay more attention. James took a deep breath, looked at the hole in the ground next to his foot. He put the chainsaw down, and sat on the tailgate of his pickup. Logs were scattered all over; James tried to recall how many downed trees he had cut. He gave up and loaded what he could fit in the bed of the pickup. James had maybe two more loads of logs still on the ground. He also had a load of smaller limbs. James arrived back at the cabin, after dropping off half the load at the other cabin, the one he took wood from their first night. His sisters were pissed. They admonished him for not leaving a note and for going out while he was still sick. James did his best to tell them he felt fine, but eventually had to agree to stay in for another day or two. James' sisters took care of the wood. They unload the truck, split and stacked wood. What the girls couldn't split, they left for James. "I'm tired of soup," Claire was staring at her bowl. "Well, you could have picked out more than just chicken noodle," Cindy said looking back at Claire. "It was on sale." "Maybe James can have a look at that wood stove, when he feels better," Melody was stirring her noodles in constant circles. "I don't feel bad, so...maybe I will look at it tomorrow." James knew that he would at least have something else to do, besides move furniture all day. He also knew that he could get back outside. Well, for a little while anyways. Melody wanted to bathe. Her sisters agreed that they all should, since they all had been splitting and stacking wood for most of the afternoon. When the sisters started to get ready, James started to look for a sheet. "What are you doing?" Claire inquired. "Putting up a curtain." "Why?" "Because." "Because, why?" "Just because." James put the sheet up. He didn't want to see his sisters naked. He had a hard enough time dreaming about them already. He didn't want more fuel for that fire. James had made a mistake. It was worse with the sheet, due to the silhouettes dancing on the sheet. His sisters' movements were exotic; as they took turns washing and rinsing one another. James did his best not to watch. He moved furniture, but always caught sight of the silhouettes. Hands on each other backs, the protruding breasts, as water was poured over them. Whispered comments too low to hear. James wished he could go outside. He needed and wanted to escape. James should have put up a blanket. He should have remembered elementary school. He did, but only after it was too late. James did the only thing he could; he kept moving furniture. James laid on the mattress staring at the the ceiling. He had tried to sleep, but the sheep had other appointments. That, or the Sandman had used up his allotment for James. He wasn't tired. When he did manage to close his eyes, all he could see was silhouettes. Three pretty girls on the sheet. James turned his head to his left and looked at Cindy. She appeared to be asleep. James then looked to his right. Claire seemed to be sleeping as well. James slid out of the bed and got a cup of cold water. James welcomed the cooling effect on the fire in his stomach, but it did little to extinguish the other fire he felt. James had another cup, then went outside. He stood on the edge of the porch and enjoyed the cool fresh air. He could smell the smoke that lingered on his flesh, mingling with the smell of pine trees. James closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Images of his sisters' naked wet bodies were still fresh in his head. His sisters standing up on the stairs of their childhood home. The silhouettes of them bathing. The naked body of Claire in the rental truck. James pulled his penis through the opening of his boxers, and began to relieve himself. His hand worked up and down his steadily growing member. He fantasized about Claire sucking his cock in the rental truck. She had masturbated him once, but he imagined that she had his cock deep in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down slowly as she worked his member from the tip down towards the base. James' hand slowly worked a bit faster on his now hardened cock. His breathing deepened as his head tilted back. "That's it, Claire," he whispered to the wind. James paused as his fingers rubbed his precum around the head of his manhood. He slowly let his hand slide to the base. He felt a hot wet presence touch the tip of his cock. James looked down, right into Claire's light blue eyes, just as the head of his cock vanished behind the soft wet lips that followed its contour. With his cock's head fully in her mouth, James felt her tongue's tip swirl around one way and then the other. Then the flat of her tongue did the same. Claire had been watching James through a crack in the door. When he tilted his head back, she slipped outside. Claire moved down and off the porch and stood in front of James. She watched him stroke up and down and listened to his soft moans. As she watched, she slid her hand into her panties. Her fingers found the heat and her juices emanating from her box. She worked her fingers around her lower lips and across her sensitive clit. She knew that James wanted her, when he called her name, even if it was just a fantasy. She watched as James smeared his cock with precum, and when his hand moved out of the way, she kissed the tip. Claire looked up, as she took her brother's cock unto her mouth. Although she was unable to see his eyes, she knew that he could see hers. Claire explored James's cock with her tongue. It felt so soft and velvety, and slick with his precum. The taste was better than she had hoped. Just sweet with a hint of salt. Claire slowly worked a bit more of James's cock into her mouth. Her tongue bathed his shaft and felt every vein and bump. Her mouth started to water, as she came to realize that she truly enjoyed his flavor. She pulled back just a fraction and heard a shuddered gasp escape. Claire licked and probed the tiny slit and was rewarded with more precum. Claire was in heaven. She had found a gift from the gods: her brother's cock. She reveled in his taste; she desired more. More fluids coated Claire's fingers as she continued to work on her box and James's penis. Her fingers found her vagina and entered. Claire pushed her fingers deeper into herself as she took more of his cock into her eager mouth. Her fingers synced with the bobbing of her head. Road to the Sun Ch. 03: Arrival Claire could feel James's pulse through her tongue; it matched her own heart beat. The more she worked his member deeper into her mouth, the more her saliva built up. She took a breath through her nose and swallowed. James was shocked, amazed, giddy and a hundred other emotions flooded his being. He was getting his first BJ, from his sister no less. James's legs started to tremble. He reached for an eave of the porch with his free hand. His sister had just deep throated him. "Um, oh my god! Claire, that feels awesome!" "Mmmm." James released his grip from his cock, and grabbed a support beam. He had to spread his feet apart just a bit. James had been drowning in Claire's eyes, but he just had to watch his cock as it slid into her throat, multiple times. James could feel his nut sack tingle. Claire would moan and his balls would tingle more. He felt every vibration race to his nuts. James looked back into her eyes and noticed that they had glazed over; her eyelids began to droop. James's legs started to shake the moment Claire closed her eyes as she began to quiver. James's head fell back as his orgasm leaped from his cock. Claire's orgasm overtook her legs and she quickly wrapped her arms around James's waist. Multiple blasts of cum flowed down her throat, her manna, her reward for her worship of the man she loved. Claire's legs gave way and James slipped from her mouth. She held James tight, turned her face to the side, and pinned his cock between her cheek and his leg. The cool air chilled Claire's legs giving her the strength to stand. She looked up at James, and he looked as if he had been crucified or paused in between jumping jacks. Claire then cleaned cum and saliva from James's penis with her tongue. Kissed his ball sack and then wandered off to the outhouse. When she returned to the cabin, she found Cindy and Melody curled up to James. So she just crawled back into bed next to Cindy. She looked at the fire, smiled to herself, and drifted off to sleep. Cindy pushed up against James as he slept. She was pissed off at Claire. Claire may not have forced James into the blow job, but she most definitely performed a sneak attack. What guy would stop a woman from giving him a BJ after his cock was already in her mouth? None. Next time, she would have to get up at the same time, not wait a few and then look out the window. She hugged James tight and kissed his shoulder, then rolled over towards Claire. Cindy was not going to let Claire sneak off again, so she snuggled up close to her sister's back. As she lay she could smell James's cum. She knew what semen smelled like. Although James's smell was more pleasant. Cindy put her hand to Claire's face and felt something sticky in Claire's hair next to her ear. She collected some of it on her middle finger, and brought it up to her nose. 'Mmm,' it did smell pretty good. Cindy then stuck out her tongue... To be continued...