11 comments/ 11802 views/ 7 favorites Road Trip Ch. 05 By: foolish_hobgoblin "Yo, Dr. Hammond!" They both looked up at the shout of greeting that sounded through the open door of the RV. Eve smiled at him from where she was seated, slipping on her shoes. "Go on, I'll catch up," she told him. Will paused to study her delicate fingers buckling her sandals before giving her a smile and walking out to greet Hank. They had been friends since college, one of those comfortable friendships where no matter how much time passed they were able to pick up exactly where they left off. He grinned broadly as he approached his friend, taking in the worn leather jacket, the longish silver hair tied back in a ponytail, the scuffed boots. Every bit of his appearance defined him as the Harley enthusiast he was. Will knew that for ten months of the year he went by Henry, a neatly dressed science teacher at a private high school. It was only during the summer that he let his hair grow in anticipation of the Sturgis rally. They clasped hands and slapped each other on the back in a quick hug. "Good to see you," Hank said. "I was starting to get worried - I thought you'd be here last week." "Yeah, we took a different route than I originally planned - we drove through the South and stopped at the Grand Canyon," Will told him. "We?" Hank repeated. Will turned to the RV and Hank followed his gaze in time to see Eve step out. She was wearing jeans that hugged her curves and a black t-shirt with a teddy bear on a motorcycle that said 'Born to be Mild.' She paused to lock the door behind her and bent over to pick up Maggie's leash, scratching the dog between her ears and giving the men an enticing view of her shape. Feeling an absurd kind of pride at the sight of her, Will smiled happily, glancing at Hank in time to see his shocked, appreciative expression. He met Will's eyes with a knowing look. "Damn," Hank muttered. "I'm amazed you made it at all." Eve straightened up and looked around, her face brightening when she saw Will. She broke into laughter as Maggie energetically raced toward him, dragging Eve behind her. Her cheeks were rosy with a healthy glow when she reached them. "Hi," she said, giggling. "This is Eve," Will told Hank, placing a hand on her back. "And Maggie," he added as the dog jumped toward him. "This is Hank," he said to Eve. "Nice to meet you," she said cheerfully. "You, too," Hank said, grinning. They strolled through the campground toward the rally site, perusing the various booths before stopping to eat lunch. Eve spotted a tattoo booth and thrust Maggie's leash into Will's hand, darting inside. Will chuckled at Hank's look of astonishment. "She's got ink?" Hank asked. "Where?" he added, looking Eve over carefully. Will instinctively shot him an angry look and Hank took a step back with his hands raised in surrender. "Okay, man, you don't have to tell me," he said, obviously smothering a laugh. "Sorry," Will muttered sheepishly. "How'd this happen, anyway?" Hank asked. "We ran into each other shortly after I got on the road," Will said, looking at Eve before turning to his friend. "She was...one of my advisees. Almost ten years ago," he added defensively. Hank smiled reassuringly. "Nothing wrong with that. Sounds like she's just what you need while you're sorting out the whole mess." Will made a noncommittal sound, his gaze dropping to the ground. His goal for his road trip had changed since Eve joined him. He had hoped to end the summer with a clearer head, prepared to face Barb and the painful process of ending their marriage. Instead his brain felt just as much, if not more, muddled. He didn't really care about seeing Barb again, and he certainly didn't want to say goodbye to Eve. The voice of reason was telling him it could never work between them - she'd said herself that it was just about having fun, after all. Despite recognizing the wisdom in that, he deliberately ignored it, unwilling to think about the future. A future that they were rapidly headed toward, speeding down the highway back to a reality that he didn't want to face. He met Hank's eyes and saw his friend looking at him with concern. "Or maybe she's more than that," Hank said quietly. Will sighed, nodding as he looked into the booth where Eve was flipping through a book of tattoo pictures. "I – I'm just crazy about her," he said hesitantly, feeling both resigned and elated. Hank nodded and dropped a hand on Will's shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. They both grinned when Eve joined them again. "Decide what you're getting?" Hank asked. "No," she said. "I'd love to get something to commemorate the road trip, but I have to figure out what that should be." She looked up at Will teasingly. "You should get one, Doc," she said innocently. "Right," he laughed, grabbing her hand impulsively. --- Eve looked up from her lawn chair in front of the RV when Maggie's tail began thumping against her leg. She shaded her eyes and smiled at Hank as he ambled toward her. She had been apprehensive about meeting him, worried about what he might think of the age difference between her and Will. It was something that never occurred to her until some part of their other lives - of the real world - entered the cocoon of their relationship. Hank had put her at ease right away. Despite his immense frame and booming voice, she could tell he was kind. More importantly, he held Will in high regard, which she could appreciate. She chuckled as Maggie strained at her leash to reach Hank. "She's a fan of yours already," Eve remarked. Hank dropped to his knees, letting Maggie smother him with kisses. "That's because I carry bacon in my pockets at all times, isn't that right, girl," he murmured, laughing. "She's great," he told Eve. "Yeah, I got lucky," she said, smiling. "So where's the old man?" Hank winked at her. "I thought we could stop by my camp on the way to the concert so I can show off my girl." "Your girl?" Eve repeated, confused. "Oh - your bike?" "That's right, darlin'," Hank said in an affected drawl, making her giggle. "This redneck's not bothering you, is he?" Will said, stepping out of the RV. "No, he's a perfect gentleman," Eve assured him. "Ready?" He placed a hand on her arm, looking mildly concerned, and she shivered at his touch. "Almost - let me get you a sweater or something just in case," he said. "I can get it," she told him, but he was already kissing her forehead and going back inside. Eve watched the spot where he'd disappeared into the motor home affectionately, a dreamy smile on her lips. She turned to Hank to see him looking amused. Blushing, she busied herself straightening her clothes until Will returned. Hank took Maggie's leash and let himself get dragged ahead, laughing, and Will took Eve's hand, lacing their fingers together. Once at Hank's campsite, Will stepped up to his friend's bike with a look of awe. Eve couldn't follow any of what they were saying about the bike's features or the work Hank had done on it and was looking around distractedly when she heard Will give a satisfied sigh. Turning, she saw he had gotten on the bike, grabbing the handlebars, his long legs straddling the powerful machine. He looked up and despite his dark sunglasses Eve knew he was looking into her eyes. Her breath caught in her throat and a deep ache began in her stomach. She remained frozen in place, barely aware when Hank walked up next to her. She spoke without moving her eyes from Will. "Hank," she said in a low voice. "Yeah?" "Do you think you'd let us borrow your bike for the day sometime before we leave?" She swallowed, her throat very dry. She vaguely registered Hank looking at her and grinning, knowing her expression was not subtle in the least, but she didn't care. "Of course," Hank said. He headed back to Will, chuckling. "That lucky son of a bitch," he muttered under his breath. --- The ride to the Badlands took a couple of hours, the wind whipping around them, Eve's arms locked around him with each twist and turn of the road. Will felt younger than ever, drunk with happiness. They had gotten a ridiculously early start and it was as if the rising sun was traveling with them, chasing them. Or maybe they were chasing the bright orb, the growing light drifting and gliding along the beautiful landscape around them. He stopped impulsively at a viewing area off the road, wanting to soak in the moment. He got off the bike in time to see Eve remove her helmet, automatically shaking her head. Her hair flowed down around her, the sunlight dancing in the dark tresses. His heart thumped loudly at the sight of her. She smiled brightly at him, her cheeks flushed, breathing heavily with excitement. "That was fucking awesome," she declared, bringing him out of his trance. Will laughed in agreement. "Come on," he said, opening one of the panniers. "Let's eat." He took out a thermos of coffee and a container of food while Eve reached around him to pick up a blanket. They nestled the blanket against a large rock for cushioning and leaned against it. "I have never seen anything this beautiful," she said in an awed voice. "I know what you mean," he replied, staring at her instead of the view. --- Eve turned to see him watching her, startled momentarily until his meaning registered. He stroked her cheek gently. "It's breathtaking," he murmured. She blushed self-consciously, the heat in her cheeks quickly spreading down her body and turning into something else. He smiled, trailing his hand down her face. She caught it before he drew away, covering it with her own. She leaned in, holding his eyes while her lips searched for his, needing to feel him, taste him, crawl inside him. Something changed that night in Savannah. They'd grown closer, talking almost desperately, trying to learn as much as they could about the other. They only thing they didn't discuss was the future, their future. Even knowing that future was unavoidable, she was helpless against the pull of him, had already fallen so deep almost from the start. It had taken all her resolve that night to not tell him how she felt, and since then it had become an almost physical pain to keep the words inside. She didn't know when, exactly, she had fallen in love with him. Maybe because she couldn't remember a time before him. Couldn't remember a time when his lips weren't against hers like they were now, caressing and teasing, drawing her in. A time when she couldn't feel the hard lines of his body meld against hers, his muscular arms surrounding her, making her feel positively cherished with just his touch. Her fingers fumbled with his shirt buttons, needing more. He inhaled sharply and she met his eyes to find surprise and uncertainty fighting with desire. She grinned, nipping at his neck. "Eve -" he said weakly. She pushed his shirt open, her fingers dipping eagerly into the ridges and planes of his chest and stomach. "I need you," she whispered against his lips. "Here?" he said in a quavering voice. "Yes," she breathed, undoing his jeans. His head fell back as her hands slid into his boxers, pleased to find him hard and ready. "God," he groaned as he succumbed, reaching for her pants. They struggled with her clothes, pulling and tugging, ending up flat on the ground with the dirt flying up around them. Eve kicked off her shoes and he whipped her jeans and panties off her legs, a low growl coming out of his throat when her lower half was naked. She launched herself to him, shoving his jeans down his legs and pushing him back against the rock, straddling his lap. "Pull the blanket around me," she said fiercely, plunging her tongue into his mouth. She felt him grabbing for the blanket while she attacked his mouth, eventually enveloping her in the scratchy fabric. "Take off my shirt," she demanded, breaking their kiss. He shoved her t-shirt up roughly, just enough to hook the neckline around her neck, her arms still in the sleeves. His hands were on her waist, his fingers digging into her painfully. She deftly flicked the front of her bra, releasing the clasp and letting it fall open. Arching her back, she presented her breasts to him and he quickly dove into her chest, licking and sucking before taking a nipple between his teeth. "Yes," she hissed, her hands fisting in his hair. She bucked urgently against him, feeling her moisture dampening his crotch. Propping herself up on his shoulders, she lowered onto him, hard and strong and pulsing. A low moan erupted from her lips, deep and throbbing, making her chest vibrate against him. She rotated her hips in a slow circle, making him gasp and whimper into her breasts. "Bite me," she whispered desperately, her head falling back. His teeth clamped onto her nipple, biting her harder than he ever had. It was a delicious pain, shooting through her, her nipples somehow hard-wired to her clitoris. The hurt ebbed and flowed and she had to stop herself from pushing him away, knowing the torment would soon become a blazing, intense heat of pleasure. Her shoulders hunched forward with each shocking twinge of his attack, her chest arching into him when rewarded with the searing relief of fiery charges traveling through her body. She kept circling her hips until the telltale fluttering began inside her, compressing into a tiny ball deep in her womb in what she recognized as the moments before it would burst apart and overpower her. Clutching his arms, she began riding him, feeling his hands slide up her back to hook around her shoulders, helping her movements. All while his teeth were still latched, still biting, still coaxing her release. Still reaching some place inside her she didn't even know was there. Touching it through her skin, tickling it with his tongue, stoking the fire with just his touch, his moans - just him. "Come - with - me," she whimpered. She tried to hold off, thinking he wasn't anywhere near climax, but his body seemed to respond instantly to her demand. He groaned, a magnificent, throaty groan. A groan that reverberated around her breast, causing sparks to ravage her as if his mouth were breathing fire. He pulsed inside her where her inner muscles were contracting around him, battling against each other in what was only a fight to get closer, to get more. More of this, more of him. He cried out against her breast in what sounded like a sob of relief and she felt the flood of liquid. She threw her head back brazenly, smiling wildly as she came, shrieking and shuddering, her vision blurring as tears fell from the corners of her eyes. Gloriously satisfied, deliriously happy, she slumped into him, curling up in his lap. Their chests heaved against each other, bringing about small aftershocks and she grabbed his chest, just trying to hang on. His fingers tangled in her hair, his thumbs finding her jaw and tilting her head up for a lingering kiss. Her eyes fluttered open slowly to focus on him, looking at her in dazed wonder. She smiled slowly, tickling his beard as they stared at each other for a long moment. "You're amazing," he whispered. She grinned and he smiled tenderly in reply. He gently tucked her head into his chest, stroking her hair. Letting out a long sigh, she snuggled into him, concentrating on nothing but the reassuring warmth of his chest as it moved against her cheek. She was close to dozing off when the words drifted over them in a soft whisper. "I love you." --- He had expected to be shocked. Had expected to feel fear or panic when he said it. He had been thinking the words for weeks, of course. Swallowing them each of the numerous times they'd hovered on his lips. Knowing at some point he wouldn't be able to prevent them from darting out and then they would be out there, hanging between them. Forcing them to face the inevitable. He had desperately wanted to avoid it. Not because the words weren't true; they felt like the truest thing he'd ever experienced. He just couldn't face what her response - or lack thereof - might be, the ensuing conversation with a capital C it would likely bring about. The confirmation that this was nothing more than what it had been - a glorious summer together that would end. Instead he felt sedate and calm, a satisfying peace wash over him. Maybe it was enough. For right now, for their brief time together, it was true, and maybe that was enough. It was going to feel like ten thousand daggers in his chest when he said goodbye to her anyway, telling her he loved her wasn't going to change that. Maybe it would actually help with closure at some point. He easily ignored the wonderings and maybes and just tightened his arms around her, closing his eyes and breathing in the scent of her hair that smelled like springtime. "Don't say anything," he whispered, resting his chin on the top of her head. "Just know it's true." --- She was quite sure she had lost the ability to speak forever, so it was easy to comply with his request. Her eyes had flown open in astonishment and had remained wide open as those three powerful words, spoken in the deep, breathy whisper of the man she loved, resonated in her head, in her heart, in her entire body, every goddamn cell. There was a flash of doubt, less than a millisecond of fear that instantly disappeared. Of course he meant it. He would never say it otherwise, would never lie to her. She knew that unequivocally. She knew there would be heartache coming, but surprisingly didn't concern herself with that prospect. Just savored the words and the truth behind them. He loves me. --- He was caressing her foot as she leaned back to zip up her jeans, his long fingers tracing the anchor tattoo, his brow wrinkled. She smiled fondly. "We worked it out," she said softly. He looked up, momentarily confused. Glancing at the tattoo, he gave her a bemused smile. "How did you know what I was thinking?" he teased. She shrugged. "So, things were okay with you - before he passed away?" he asked hesitantly. "Yeah." She smiled at him. "He chilled out a lot once he retired. He was kind of forced into it by his company so it was earlier than he wanted. It might have given him some perspective, I'm not sure. But he was - different. Our relationship became different. There was never any big heart to heart or anything - he wasn't that kind of guy," she added, grinning. Will nodded, closing his hand around her foot comfortingly. "But, he would make comments...say cryptic things, and I read between the lines. Things were good with us," she said. "Good," Will said meaningfully, looking pleased. She watched him scramble around for her shoes, giggling at the sight of them far from where they had made love, remembering how she had flung them off her feet in her passion. He grinned playfully at her, surely thinking the same thing. He slipped her feet into them, planted a kiss on her forehead, then stood up and held out his hands to help her up. They stood for a long moment staring at each other, her chest tight, the words she wanted to say rushing to her lips as if propelled by a tidal wave. "Will," she said, hearing both the longing and uncertainty in her voice. He gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head and she swallowed a sigh. Was he afraid of what she would say? Or trying to protect her by not letting her say it? She squeezed his hands. "I do," she said simply, making the words sound as meaningful as she could, feeling like they were wholly inadequate yet somehow fitting. His eyes widened slightly before crinkling as his face broke into a brilliant smile. She smiled back in relief. Maybe he could read her mind as well. He lifted her hand and pressed his lips to her knuckles. Road Trip Ch. 05 "So," he said, dropping her hand and gathering up their supplies. "I know it feels like we've already had a day's worth of adventures, but it's barely ten in the morning," he said, winking roguishly. "And we've got more to see, young lady. So hop on that hog." She snickered and helped him put everything away before reaching for her helmet. --- "You guys don't need to do this," Hank protested, not for the first time. "Shut up already," Eve teased him. "I really appreciate you looking after Maggie yesterday - and the loan of your bike, obviously." "My pleasure," Hank said, picking up his menu. "So, are you going to limit me on how many steaks I can order?" Eve giggled before excusing herself to the restroom. Hank glanced at Will over his menu. "I'm guessing yesterday was mostly your pleasure?" he said casually. "Dirty old man," Will muttered with a grin. Hank chuckled and closed the menu. "Where are you guys headed after this?" Will's face fell and he sighed. "We haven't discussed it." "What's wrong?" Hank asked. Will shrugged. It was the second week of August and although he didn't have to worry about the upcoming semester dictating his schedule, the end of summer was barreling down on them, bringing with it some unspoken expiration date. "It's just - the whole thing's coming to an end," Will said, knowing it wasn't much of an explanation. "Because of Barb?" Hank said in surprise. "No - maybe. I don't know." Will run a hand through his hair. "Eve doesn't even know where she'll be living once this trip is over, if she's going to grad school or not...besides, she made it pretty clear that it was just...temporary." "She did?" Hank exclaimed. "Well - yeah," Will said, perplexed. "Why does that surprise you? She's still so young, still figuring out what to do with her life." Hank studiously unfolded his napkin, seeming to choose his words carefully. "What did she say that made you think that it was temporary?" "She said -" Will swallowed, remembering the night at the bar in Chicago. "She said she knew I wasn't looking for anything but that didn't mean we couldn't just enjoy each other's company...just have fun." Will was surprised when Hank burst out laughing. "Will, you know nothing about women," Hank said, grinning. "Oh, and you do, do you?" Will shot back. "She told you she knew you weren't looking for anything. That's a defensive move - like, I'm scared of getting hurt, that you won't want anything serious with me, so I'm going to head it off at the pass." "What? How the hell do get that out of what she said?" Will asked with incredulity. "Because I have fucked up with a lot of women," Hank said calmly. "Some of them were nice enough to spell out exactly the ways I fucked up. So when you think about it, I would be a great boyfriend, retroactively." Will couldn't help laughing with his friend. "I really doubt that's the case here," he told Hank. "Will," Hank said in exasperation. "I see the way she looks at you, I see how things are between you two. She's not just in this for fun. Despite all the fun I'm sure you're having." "God, you are such a perverted jackass," Will said, unable to stop a smile. He glanced toward the restrooms to make sure Eve wasn't returning then leaned over the table. "Even if you're right - what can we do about it? We live in two different worlds - I'm still technically married...not to mention she's only a couple of years older than Andrew," he said, his voice sharp with frustration. Hank waved a hand dismissively. "That's all immaterial. If you want it to work, you make it work. It's that simple." "Did you switch from chemistry to psychology?" Will asked dryly. "And now I can tell that you want to drop the subject," Hank said cheerfully. "Which is good timing," he added, tilting his head slightly. Will looked up and saw Eve approaching, a smile growing on his face despite his inner turmoil. --- "Where should we go next?" Eve murmured sleepily, curling up against his chest. He lowered his book and slipped an arm around her. "Where do you want to go?" he asked, twisting a strand of her hair around his finger. "I don't care. We can throw a pin at a map," she suggested. She looked up at him when he didn't respond. He was staring into the distance. "Everything okay?" She propped herself up on an elbow. "Hm? Oh, yeah - sorry. I guess I'm tired," he told her. "Tired, huh?" she teased, taking his book and tossing it on the nightstand. Letting her fingers dance across his chest, she rolled to her stomach, giving him little bites and kisses. She swirled a tongue around his nipple, meeting his eyes, pleased that he no longer appeared tired or distracted. She smiled, giving his nipple a bite before moving down his body. "Eve." He said her name in a breathy gasp, a sigh of pleasure that sent a ping of arousal right through her. "Wait," he said suddenly. She sat up, startled. He ran his eyes over her slowly, nodding at the long, loose shirt she was wearing. "Take that off for me," he said quietly. She smiled, grasping the hem of the shirt and pulling it over her head slowly. His eyes darkened, his gaze lingering on her breasts before dropping to her panties. He met her eyes and raised his eyebrows. Grinning, she stood up on the bed and hooked her thumbs in the waistband, inching them down her legs until they were at her feet. He made an approving sound and reclined. Resuming her earlier path, she settled herself next to him, tugging his boxers off. Lightly caressing his legs and belly until his hard member was visibly twitching, she circled the base with her hand and ran a tongue up its length. She repeated this from every angle, occasionally rewarding him with her tongue swirling around his tip. She loved teasing him like this, giving him just the barest of touches, knowing he tried to remain still and silent, knowing that when he finally let go of his steely control that he would be panting her name or gripping her hair. Tonight he surprised her with a straightforward plea, his voice tight with emotion. "Eve. Please." It was as much a relief for her when the teasing ended, when she finally took him fully in her mouth. Feeling the rigid heat under the contrast of the velvety smoothness on her tongue, pulsing and throbbing. Holding the very core of his pleasure between her lips. This had always seemed to her like it required the most trust, for men or women. The incredible vulnerability of it, of allowing someone free reign on the most intimate part of your body. It was a powerful, overwhelming feeling, but it didn't necessarily make her feel like she had control over Will. He may have appeared to be at her mercy, but the trust it demanded instead made her feel like she was being given a precious gift. For her, the power came in showing him just how special that gift was, how much it meant to her. She worked his shaft slowly, rhythmically, using her hands as well as her mouth and tongue. Increasing her pace gradually, letting the anticipation build. She could tell he wanted her to stop, wanted to be inside her by the way he tugged on her shoulders. She met his eyes and winked at him, then began bobbing her head quickly, her hand stroking him in time with her mouth. His head fell back, his cheeks hollowing with the force of his inhale. She kept her eyes on him and when he met her gaze again, she sped up her movements, drifting a hand to his scrotum to fondle him. When his hips began jerking, she pressed two fingers just behind his balls and increased her suction. He exploded in her mouth, the salty flavor warming her and she slowed minimally, coaxing every last drop from him, only pulling her mouth away when he lay limp on the bed. She regressed to light touches and small licks until his body shuddered and he was pulling on her arms. He held her tightly, panting heavily. "Jesus Christ," he said weakly. "Now you're tired," she said triumphantly. He chuckled, pressing his lips to her forehead, still breathing hard. She leaned over him to turn off the lamp and he grabbed her arm. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked. "Unless you're suddenly scared of sleeping in the dark, I'm turning off the light," she said, puzzled. "Right. Like I'm letting you go to sleep," he said wickedly, dropping his lips to hers. He flipped her to her back and she giggled, then sighed as he kissed his way down her body, twisting her fingers in his hair, surrendering to him. --- Will stepped into the RV to find Eve sitting at the kitchen table, typing furiously on her laptop. He smiled automatically, allowing himself the pleasure of watching her. She got so focused, her brow furrowed in concentration, her shoulders hunched forward, completely unaware of her surroundings. He waited until her hands stilled before closing the door behind him. She looked up and smiled. "Did you guys have fun?" she asked, leaning back and stretching her arms over her head. "Yeah. I hope you didn't get bored," he said, sitting next to her and giving her a quick kiss. "Not any more bored than I would have been listening to you two talk about motorcycles all afternoon," she joked. "I got a lot of writing done." He rested his cheek on the top of her head, glancing at her laptop. He loved reading her blog, the lyrical way in which she described her adventures. She left out private or identifying details but somehow each entry was still deeply personal. "Oh - you forgot your phone," she said. "It's been buzzing." "Thanks," he said, heading to the bedroom to find it. He opened his voicemail, hitting the speaker button and tossing the phone on the bed so he could listen while he changed clothes. The voice made him freeze. "Hi, Will...it's me. Barb." He stared at the phone as if it were a poisonous snake about to attack. "The kids told me you're on some kind of road trip for the summer, so I thought you might be coming home soon...I wanted to talk." He couldn't detect the emotions in her voice - she sounded controlled and calm, but he wasn't sure if she was keeping herself in check or if it was the same coldness she'd had when she'd admitted her affair. "I know we left things - well, you know how it was, you were there," she added quietly, sounding embarrassed. "I don't like how we left it. I know you said you weren't sure, that maybe we could figure things out - see where we went wrong or try to find our way back...I don't know. But I do want to see you. Will you call me when you get home? Please?" There was a pause as if she were waiting for an answer. "Well. I hope you do, Will," she said tentatively. "I really am - sorry. Goodbye," she added in a whisper. He still hadn't moved, was still standing there staring at the phone in shock. A flash of movement at the door brought him out of his stupor and he just caught a glimpse of Eve, her eyes large, her face frozen, before she turned quickly, disappearing from his sight. He sighed, dropping to the bed, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes. By the time he gathered himself to get up and find Eve, he saw her bag open on the kitchen table, half-filled with her belongings. The things that she moved so effortlessly into the RV, the physical representation of the way she had joined him, of the way she had so naturally moved into his heart. The sight hit him with the force of a freight train and he had to steady himself against the wall, suddenly struggling to breathe. "I think it's time for me to go back to Chicago." The quiet words seemed to come from a distance, and he had to force himself to tear his eyes away from the suitcase to find her. She was flattened against the door to the RV as if trying to keep as much space between them as possible. "Eve -" he said, at a loss for words. "It's okay," she said briskly. "It's not okay," he snapped. He saw her shoulders tense, saw her eyes flicker to something behind him. Saw that stoic, numb look that he remembered from that night in Savannah. He exhaled slowly. "I'm sorry," he said sincerely. "I'm not going to yell." She shut her eyes for a moment before focusing on him, her eyes softening. "Look - what Barb said -" he began. "Why didn't you tell me you were planning to work things out with her?" The words burst out and she seemed surprised she'd said them. "What? I -" "I mean, it's none of my business," she interrupted. "I just thought - it was over. I wouldn't have -" She stopped and shrugged. "It is over," Will said uncertainly. "Is it?" she asked sarcastically. "Because it doesn't sound like she's gotten that memo." "I - she -" He was flailing, drowning in confusion and fear and anger. "Not that it's my business," she repeated harshly. "Eve," he said plaintively. "I don't know what's going on with me and her," he said lamely. She nodded, her chin dropping to her chest. He could see the moisture on her eyelashes, the tears that would undoubtedly soon be spilling down her cheeks. A sharp pain shot through his chest. "We don't have to leave right now," he said awkwardly. "I mean, this doesn't have to change any -" He stopped when she got him an angry look. "No, I do," she said fiercely. "You need to figure out what's going on with your...marriage." He could see her swallowing hard, her voice dropping when she spoke the last word as if it had been difficult for her to say. He strode over to her, circling his hands around her slender arms. "Please talk to me," he implored. "I hate seeing you upset, making you upset." She looked up at him, her tears pooling in her eyes. "I never would have...gotten in the way if I'd known you were going to - to go back," she said in a tight voice. He felt inexplicably guilty though he hadn't thought he was leading her on, hadn't felt like he'd been dishonest. His last conversation with Barb had been a blur when it happened, and the following weeks with Eve had succeeded in making it disappear completely. He might have told Barb he was willing to work things out after some time apart. He might have even meant it at the time. All he could recall with certainty from that day was just wanting to get out of the conversation, get away from Barb, as quickly as possible. "You were never - in the way," he said helplessly. "I just - Eve, I thought it was - that you only wanted...something fun..." He knew it was the wrong thing to say even before her expression changed. She glared at him, her eyes a steely grey and suddenly dry. "Is that all you think this was for me?" she whispered angrily. "That I do this kind of thing all the time?" She shrugged off his hands and stalked into the kitchen, crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't just hop into random guy's RVs and hit the road with them, you know," she snapped. "I've never even had a one-night-stand. I'm only - I only - it has to mean something. To me." "I didn't mean that," he exclaimed in anguish. "It did mean something," he added quietly. "You know it did. I told you it did," he said meaningfully. She blinked rapidly, bewilderment and anger flashing through her eyes. Swiping a hand across her eyes, she sniffed and straightened her shoulders. "Regardless," she said stiffly. "I'd like you to take me to Chicago. If that's okay." "Of course. If that's what you want, you know I will," he said, trying to keep the hurt from his voice. Her face fell, all other emotions giving way to sadness. "I think it's for the best," she said in a small voice. --- Chicago was nearly a 15-hour drive, and Will pushed through, telling her he would only stop for the night once so they could make it in two days. She had nodded her thanks, fighting the urge to ask him to take his time getting there. Wanting to beg him to just keep driving, past Chicago to somewhere else. Anywhere else, as long as they didn't have to stop. Anything to keep this from ending. Knowing that even if she did ask, even if he agreed, it wouldn't help. It wouldn't stop his wife's voice from echoing in her mind. They could circle the globe and still not get far enough for her to forget it. They stopped somewhere in Minnesota, finding a hotel near the highway. For the first time since South Bend, Eve took Maggie to check in for the night and Will remained in the RV. For the first time, they ate separately; Eve picking at a sandwich from a nearby convenience store while Will probably put together a meal in his kitchen. She could see the RV from her window, could see his silhouette moving through the drawn curtains. He felt a million miles away. She tossed the remainder of her sandwich in the trash and curled up on the bed, hugging a pillow. Waiting for the tears to emerge, knowing she wouldn't get any sleep. She didn't think to check the time, didn't know how long she'd been lying there. Propelled by an instinct she wasn't aware of, her fingers found her phone, dialing his number of their own volition. She got up and began pacing the small room, her heart in her throat at the first ring. It was loud. Too loud. She nearly dropped the phone when she realized the ringing was coming from the hallway. Unbolting the door, she opened it a crack to see Will a few feet away, staring at his phone in disbelief. Their eyes met and held in a charged moment. She felt the heat of his stare penetrate her chest. Saw in his eyes every emotion flooding through him. The desire, the regret, the despair. Paralyzed with the hopelessness of their situation. Completely mirroring every emotion roiling around inside her. She took a step back, swinging the door open, waiting. --- As if standing outside his body, Will watched himself walk toward her, into her room, saw her close the door behind them. He was still in a daze, having paced the hallway for close to an hour, waiting for either the courage to knock on her door or the police to show up after getting a report of the crazy man roaming the hall. Their eyes still locked, they simultaneously put their phones down on the hotel desk. Will saw his hand rise, watched his fingers stroke her hair off her shoulder, and instantly returned to his body at the feel of her silky strands between his fingers. He curled his fingers around her arm, drawing her to him. Not even waiting to gauge her reaction, just knowing this was what she wanted. Needed. What they both needed. They gasped simultaneously when their lips met, instantly trying to get closer. Her hands were pushing his shirt up his torso, taking a step back to lift it over his head. He picked her up, her legs automatically coming around his waist. Lowering her to the bed, he ran a hand down her tank top, pressing his thumb into the curve of her waist, ravaging her mouth with his, pouring all of his emotions into their kiss. He dropped his head to her stomach, kissing, biting, tasting. Pushing her shirt up her body and following with his mouth, not wanting to miss an inch of her. Tears pricked his eyes when his lips circled her breast, the flavor of her skin piercing his chest like a heartbreakingly beautiful symphony. How could it be that this would be the last time? he thought, trying to commit the taste to memory. Furiously, urgently exploring her flesh, he pushed all other thoughts out of his mind, everything but her, but this. He whipped her panties off, letting his hands roam up and down the smooth skin of her legs. Hooking her knees over his shoulders, he slid his hands up to her breasts and buried his face between her legs. He lost all track of time, only aware of her hands tugging at his hair and her thighs clenched around his head as he drank her in. His tongue, his lips, his teeth, his fingers, all moving against her, inside her. As if he just kept going, if he didn't stop, tomorrow would never have to arrive. If he just stayed here in this heaven, hearing the soft whimpers and excited cries emerging from her luscious lips, feeling the strength of her deceptively fragile-looking body as she bucked against him. Trying to leave his mark somewhere, somehow, so that it could never be erased. So that when tomorrow arrived, as it always did, she would always know. Always remember. Road Trip Ch. 05 When she managed to break free and scramble away from him, he worried that he had been too rough. But she propped herself up to look at him heatedly, her cheeks bright red, her hair sweaty and plastered to her neck, her chest heaving with exertion. She lunged for him, undoing his pants. He allowed his hand to rest in her hair, combing his fingers through the damp locks. Burning it all into his brain. --- Eve didn't waste time with teasing. Not now. She wrapped her lips around his straining staff, eagerly tasting and feeling him. Taking him so deep her eyes welled up with tears, realizing that she was tearing up for an entirely different reason. Ignoring those emotions, ignoring tomorrow, she concentrated on making love to him with her mouth. Wanting to give that to him, but selfishly wanting to preserve the memory for herself. For the long, lonely days to come. She raked her nails along his thighs, dug them into his behind, scraped them along his back. His hands were fisting in her hair as he groaned and cursed louder than she'd ever heard. Good, she thought. Let him remember. She hoped her nails would leave a permanent scar somewhere, something he would always see. She resisted his attempts to pull her away until he used enough force that he overpowered her. Resting on her heels, she looked at him almost angrily, her mouth open and panting. He knelt on the bed in front of her, gripping her shoulders. She met his stare, silently begging him not to speak. Thankfully, he didn't. He cupped her cheeks and tilted her head, giving her the sweetest, deepest kiss they'd ever shared. Locking her arms around his neck, she kissed him back, trying to return all the emotion, all the things he was saying without words in that kiss. He sat on the bed, crossing his legs and lifting her to his lap without removing his lips from hers. Tucking her legs around him, she felt him enter her slowly, feeling every millimeter of the strong, hard shaft sliding inside her until she was completely full. Together they moved, languidly at first, then something snapped in him. Maybe something snapped in her and he was just responding. All she knew was his teeth were biting her lips, her ear, her neck. She was clawing at his back, her inner muscles contracting around him. Digging her nails into his arms, she leaned back and planted her feet on the bed, thrusting against him. He hooked his arms under her knees and pushed her to her back, slamming into her. Helpless, she fisted the sheets, a low, guttural noise coming out of her mouth. His hair was damp with sweat and he pushed it off his forehead impatiently. Taking advantage of the temporary release of his hold on her, she launched him onto his back, riding him. "God - Eve," he moaned, squeezing her behind. She smiled wickedly, grabbing his hands and resting her weight on them. He met her thrusts, looking at her fiercely, tightening his grip on her hands. Holding on to her as she peaked, screaming and crying out his name, holding on so tightly as if afraid she would slip away. --- She was in his arms, had collapsed onto his chest, breathing hard. He was still moving inside her, almost afraid to stop. She shuddered and moaned, clutching his arms. It vibrated against him, straight into him. He came with a startled gasp, pumping into her. Wanting to give her all of him while never wanting it to end. He sighed sadly, running his fingers through her hair, finding her mouth, kissing her, tasting her lips. Tasting her sweat, her tears, the unique ambrosia of her mouth. Of her. They didn't move for several minutes, possibly hours, he had no idea. It was long enough that he felt himself twitch and pulse inside her. Their eyes met with matching surprise and some humor. He smiled slowly, running a finger across her brow and down her cheek. He rolled her over gently, settling himself between her legs, into the only place he wanted to be. He lowered his mouth and kissed her again, their mouths never leaving each other as he moved shallowly, steadily. Caressing her body, circling a finger on her swollen nub, demanding climax after climax from her, swallowing her gasps and moans and cries. Finally his own release began, much as he tried to quell it. She must have felt his hips speed up involuntarily and grasped his behind, whimpering against his lips. Squeezing his eyes shut, he let out a choked sob, her soft lips enveloping his cries, drawing them out of him, her lips as a comforting caress. As if she were taking them in to store away, to keep them safe. To keep him safe. --- They never spoke. They remained wrapped up tightly together, their limbs tangled and locked, their chests moving in unison. They somehow managed to sleep. Will was awake first, watching her until her eyelids fluttered. They stared at each other for a long moment without moving, as if daring reality to interrupt them. Of course, reality can't be avoided. It always rears its ugly head, bringing with it the inevitable tomorrow they had both tried to escape. They heard Maggie, oblivious to the heartbreaking finality of the day, walking across the room, both of them turning when she rested her chin on the bed and stared at them. "I need to take her out," Eve said quietly. Will nodded. "I'll be in the RV - whenever you're ready," he told her. She simply nodded in response, turning away as he left the room. --- Katie and Janine ushered her into their spare room with hugs and assurances that everything would be okay. She just nodded numbly, telling them she was tired though she expected sleep wouldn't come easy, tonight or anytime soon. Swallowing against the lump in her throat, she unzipped her bag to find some pajamas. Her brow wrinkled curiously when she saw the unfamiliar book. Pulling it out, she gasped loudly, dropping it on the bed as if it were on fire. Sitting gingerly next to it, she stroked the spine sadly. It was a book of poetry by Pablo Neruda, the one Will gotten on their last day in South Bend. She flipped it open, holding it to her nose and inhaling as if she'd be able to smell him. She noticed through her rapidly blurring vision that there was something written on the inside cover, her heart clenching as she recognized Will's commanding scrawl. And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair. Hugging the book to her chest, she slumped onto the bed, letting the tears come. Road Trip Ch. 05: Rooms 189 and 190 AUTHOR's NOTE: Arthur is 60, Kent 38, Pearl, 37, Cherry 36, Rose, Renee and Ross are 18 years old. The characters are a family introduced to Literotica Readers previously in the cantos of the epic poem "O Mother Dear". ***** Arthur walked back to the Cherokee jingling the room keys and humming new words to an old ribald tune: Ta Ra Ra BOOM Dee Ay We kissed the twins today, We fingered their wet slits, We squeezed their bouncing tits! Now we have proper beds To steal their maidenheads, And have them every way, Ta Ra Ra BOOM Dee Ay! The girls were wide awake and excited, having already compared notes on their recent experiences. Getting back in the Jeep, Arthur said to Kent, "Numbers 189 and 190, around the back of the building over there." "Good," replied Kent as he moved the SuV throught the dark lot. "Which room is ours, Dad?" Renee asked impatiently. "Well, it seems to me you called 'SHOTGUN!' at the restaurant, so let Rose pick," Kent reasoned. "It won't matter," observed Arthur, "Identical rooms for identical twins," he laughed. "with a common connecting door, it will be the same either way." Rose did some calculations on her fingers and said, "We're 18 years and 9 days old, Uncle Art, so we'll take Room 189 and you and Dad can have Room 190, OK?" Arthur just laughed and said cryptically, "Yeah, it can start out that way." "Yes, Dad, it can," agreed Kent quietly. The twins opened 189 and waited until the men brought in the few bags needed for the single overnight stay. Peeking through the connecting door to Room 190, it suddenly dawned on them that each room had only a single king bed. "Wait, Dad! Uncle Art, are you guys going to share that bed? asked Rose incredulous. "Well,...actually, yes!" answered Arthur. "Just as you girls will be sharing your bed." "But," added Kent, breaking into a big smile, along with his brother, "We thought a better plan would be for us to share beds with you and not with ourselves! What do you think of that?" He followed up. "I'll share the bed in 190 with Renee and Rose will share the bed in 189 with Uncle Art." Renee bit her lip, sniffing a gulp of air through her nose in surprise and Rose blushed and looked down at her Nikes, then they both gleefully shouted, "YES!" and ran and jumped into Kent's and Arthur's arms to smother them with kisses. "Hey, Hey!" exclaimed Arthur as Rose leapt and grabbed him in a flying bear hug, "Hang on a second!" "I am hanging on, Uncle Art," Rose purred. "No, I mean stop," Arthur clarified, as Kent struggled to disentangle himself from the enthusiastic Renee. "We've all been travelling all day," continued Arthur, "plus, there has been some physical activity..." "...And how!" interrupted Renee... "...so, probably the best thing to do first off, is grab showers and relax. Heck, I could even do with a shave," Arthur added rubbing his stubbled face. "Yes," echoed, Kent, "let's all clean up and then go to bed refreshed." "I agree with Dad," piped up Rose, dropping to the floor. "C'mon, Renee," and she pulled her sister's arm until she let go of Kent and also stood on the floor. Returning to Room 189, the twins went into a whispered huddle. "Listen," Renee said, "Let's let them shower first and sneak in on them under the spray..." "Yeah, that'll be great," nodded Rose. Raising her voice she said, "Hey, Uncle Art! Come in here and use our shower while Dad's in the other one. You guys will be faster and there'll be less wait time for everyone." "Hmmm," came back Arthur's voice, "I'm not sure it will make any difference in the long run, but hey, at least we'll get the hottest water. OK, Deal!" As Kent and Arthur prpared for their showers, the twins rummaged through the luggage to find their favorite cotton-candy pink satin teddy sets with the boy-cut tap pants. Once found, they tucked them under the pillows in the two rooms to put on later. Hearing the water runnng, Rose and Renee stipped naked, gave each other a quick hug, kiss and wink and scampered after their respective selected targets. Rose waited in the steamy bathroom, watching Arthur's silhouettte through the frosted glass shower door, as her hair began to droop and moisture beaded up all over her body. When he turned to the shower head and rinsed off his shaving lather, she eased open the slider and slipped in. Grabbing a washcloth she quickly soaped it and started to softly scrub her uncle's taut buttocks. "Thanks, sweetie,"Arthur said simply, surprising Rose that she had not surprised him, "I kinda wondered how long you were going to stand out there steaming before you decided to come in here with me." Smiling broadly he turned and took the soapy rag from her hand. He gently pushed it back and forth across her chest, under her armpits, and beneath her soft breasts, hefting these supportively, and gave his niece a warm unhurried deep kiss. Traversing her tummy, he circled her belly button, squishing suds in and out of the shallow depression while holding the kiss. Rose trembled and felt weak in her knees as Arthur pulled the rag across her abdomen, through her blonde wispy pubic hair, and squeezed it in between her thighs against her pussy. She began to pant when he ducked his other hand behnd her ass and grabbed the cloth's end, twisted it to a sudsy rope and sawed it between her cunt's aching lips and onto her throbbing clit. Arthur continued to move the rag back and forth as Rose clung to his neck to remain upright, whimpering into his shoulder and quivering uncontrollably. Her delcious torture did not stop as she heard her uncle quietly ask, "Is this as much fun as before? You thought you wanted to do more of this didn't you?" "Oooh, Unhhncle Art! Uncle, uhnh, uh unh, uh!" was the best response Rose could manage in her rapture. Adusting the spray nozzle with his left hand to aim it vertically behind his back, Arthur dropped the cloth and raised his right hand to Rose's shoulder, guiding her down with a steady push. Forcing her to kneel on the rubber bath mat in front of his turgid cock, Arthur instructed his niece, "Open your mouth, Rose, and put it on my dick. Can you do that for me, sweetie?" Rose answered by dropping her jaw, grabbing his bone with both hands and bringing her lips to surround the wet purple mushroom at the end of his shaft. Closing, Rose tentatively ran her tongue tip along the head's little slit. Arthur praised her,"That's very good, sweetie. Mmm hmm, yes. Now rub your hand on my cock while you suck and tickle the head. Don't worry about taking it too much into your mouth. Just go easy, uhnn, and stay, relaxed, ooh, yes! that's nice!" Rose was getting into it and applied her other hand under her uncle's scrotum, scratching and squeezing his nuts. "Huh?" she wondered to herself, "that's strange! A moment ago his balls were big and dangled loose in his sack, but how they feel smaller in my hand and his bag is tight around them like shrinkwrap." Rose continued squeezing, licking, sucking and stroking in the same pattern. Arthur's stalk pulsed, twitched and even jumped in her mouth as he moaned in low tones and grabbed her hair to hold her hea before suddenly crying out, "Here I come, Baby! HOLD ON!" Pulling Rose's face tight to his crotch, Arthur flooded her mouth with his semen. Without recourse, Rose swallowed as much of the tide as she could, using her tongue to push the excess into a cheek pocket to wait for the next swallow. "Oh, God, that was great, Rose!" exclaimed Arthur. "I am so proud of you for taking it all with no spills or gagging. You are a natural cocksucker, do you realize that? Oh, I love you!" Rose was pleased with this strong praise and proud of herself, too. The cum was hot, salty and slightly bitter, but she loved the sensation of the throbbing cock in her mouth and hoped to suck Uncle Art's dick again, soon and often. ************* Meanwhile in the bathroom of Room 190, Renee did not opt for hte subtle approach. Flouncing in she announced, "Hi Daddy! Nothing is more efficient than showering together, eh?" Laughing, she continued, "Are you going to rub my pussy again? I might be getting that 'funny feeling' again and my nipples are tingling!" "Hey sweetheart," Kent answered, "Of course I'm going to rub your pussy, but that's not all I have been thinking about." Grinning slyly he stepped from the stall, leaving the shower to run, and stood in front of Renee with water dripping and running in rivulets down his hard muscled frame. Kent reached out and lifted his beautiful, naked daughter straight up in the air under her arms and brought her in until her firm full tits and puffy nipples were crushed flat against his chest and her feet hung above the floor. "Now," he asked with a toothy smile, "where's all that sugar you were trying to give me a while ago?" Renee locked her bare ankles around Kent's naked hips, hugged his neck, pushed her little pink tongue into his maw and kissed him avidly. "Mmmm, that's better," Kent mumbled, joining the tongue wrestling match. "Daddy, you are huge!" exclaimed Renee, looking down at Kent's swollen member which had risen to press against her pussy and stomach. "Not too big for your mom, or for Aunt Pearl, sweetie," Kent assured her, "and not too big for you, either. You'll find out all about it, but," Kent continued while casually drawing small circles around his daughter's areolae until they stood like marshmallows against her mounds, "maybe you should inspect it for yourself." "Mmmm, ooh, Daddy!", Renee answered, almost inaudible, distracted by the increased tingle in her tits, "I want to see your big cock up close." Kent let her slide down his body to sit on the toilet seat and moved to stand between Renee's legs. Gingerly she grasped his rock-hard spear and touched its tip with her finger. The dick twitched and a dab of liquid appeard at its hole. "What's that?" asked Renee, hoping her dad would not say "pee." "Oh, that is a lubricant the body makes." Kent replied. "Some people call it 'pre-cum' but really it's more like the wet that oozes from you when you feel 'funny', like now, I notice." Kent smiled and reached a long fnger to Renee's cunt, then brought the coated digit to his lips and sucked. "You should taste it," he encouraged, and Renee bent forward and licked the droplet, and the others that formed behind it, from her Dad's soldier's helmet. "Oh! I like it!" she announced. "it tastes odd and yummy all at the same time!" Holding Kent's cock like an ice cream cone, she licked and kissed him from crown to balls and back again. Kent stroked her hair, dank from the shower steam, and made appreciative noises in his throat. Renee redoubled her attentions and took the massive head and part of the neck of her dad's dick into her soft mouth, bobbing up and down while stroking and squeezing the shaft that remained outside. She seemed instinctively to know what Kent liked and how to excite him. Several times, without realizing it, she paused at a critical point, keeping him on the edge of explosion. At last, however, Renee brought him to the point of no return and she did not pause. Kent, knowing he was going to come, forcefully pulled away from Renee and pointed his cock at her chest, spraying her tits with thick white cream in a series of pulsing squirts. "OH my!, cried Rene with surprise, "is that supposed to happen like that?" Kent answered, "Anything can happen and it's all good stuff." Scooping his cum onto a finger he put it in her mouth. "is that as tasty as those sticky pecan nut sausages you were gobbling at the restaurant?" he asked. "Mmmm, yes, twice as tasty, Daddy!" she replied, moving her hand across her chest to collect the rest of the spewed goop. "But, Daddy," she complained, as she licked her hand almost clean and pushed the residue onto Kent's lips, "I still feel 'funny' and you haven't rubbed my pussy like you promised." "Oh, well," Kent answered, "Let's take care of that right now. Stand up," he directed "and lean over the counter with your legs apart and your palms braced flat to the mirror." Renee followed the instructions and looked down past her body's 'L-shaped" form. Her breasts hung free and swayed as she moved. Her legs, akimbo, opened a view to her blonde thatch and peeking swollen pussy lips. Kent stood behind her and his log was laid along the top of her ass like a carpenter's level as he pushed three fingers into the moist tight tunnel at the bottom ofher beckoning slit. Kent spread out his fingers and relaxed them repeatedly to stretch Renee's pussy and give them deeper access. As before, in the Jeep's front seat, Renee actively responded to his probes and he was careful not to penetrate too much but only to work on getting a fourth digit into her tight cunt. "Oh, OOOH!, Oh, Daddy, Oh don't stop, Please!" Renee cried, panting loudly as her pussy gushed around the intruding hand. On one of his retreats Kent switched and pushed the bulb of his cock into his daughter's prepared passage. Easing forward, still cautious, Kent bumped into her hymen. Renee continued her rapid breathing, moans, and pelvic action as Kent continued the easy strokes, rubbing her back and shoulders to distract Renee from his increasingly deep progress. Reading correctly the signs of his daughter's pending orgasm Kent thrust deeper and harder to break her wall, simultaneously squeezing her shoulders sharply. Renee yelped, gasped, came and collapsed all at the same time. "Oh, Daddy!" she moaned, "you are amazing, don't stop! I want to feel you in me forever!" Kent silently chuckled to himself and stayed as he was, rubbing her neck wth his left hand. His right index finger drew a path down Renee's spine to her bottom where he flattened his palm to massage her ass. Continuing to slide his cock in and out of her stretched slick pussy with a deliberate pace, each thrust, with no further obstruction, took him deeper. Soon Renee was again breathing short and fast and jerking her hips in time with the strokes. Kent felt pressure build as his balls constricted and a familiar surge mounted as he drove his dick to its full lenght into Renee. He popped at the deepest point and Reneed arched and screamed "DADDY!" and came violently, her cunt walls sucking in her father's cock, draining his nuts of their final spurts. Kent relaxed his body, extracted his softening, bloodtinged organ from his daughter's leaking cunt and tenderly picked her up. Cradling her in his arms, he stepped into the shower. They kissed and he stood her up, gently lathering and rinsing her spent body as she leaned against him for support. ************** Back in Room 189, Rose swallowed the last bit of her uncle's cum as he turned off the shower and stepped out of the stall. Following him, she grabbed a towel, saying, "Let me dry you, Uncle Art." She started on his upper back. Wiping briskly, she moved down, lingering a little at his butt and thighs, to his calves and ankles. "Now, turn around," she ordered, "so I can get at your front." Obediently, Arthur turned and Rose started the upward journey to his shins, thighs and trim stomach, pausing to give special attention to his marvelous cock and balls. As she dried these precious objects, Rose asked, "Um, does it take very long to make more cum, Uncle Art? I kind of was wanting a second helping." "It varies a great deal, Honey," Arthur answered, in a matter of fact manner," but that's just part of the fun. Keep playing with me and you'll soon see how it works." "Oh, I will, Uncle Art," she said, "I sure will." Rose kissed the tip of his tumescent, but not yet hard, dick and rolled his balls lightly in her fingers. Standing up, she dried his muscular chest, upper arms and neck. Rose finished, quickly kissed his smooth-shaved cheek, giggled and pronounced, "There! All done!" Now, do ME!" Arthur pulled another towel from the rack and turned Rose to face away from him. Vigourously drying her back and bottom, he slipped the towel around front to wrap her chest, patted and rubbed her beautiful, resilient terry-covered breasts, and hugged her. Arthur moved the towel to work on her tummy and abdomen. Rose criticised him laughing, "You're not doing much good there, Uncle Art! The more you dry me the wetter I get! You are like the opposite of a towel!" Arthur kissed her neck and shoulders, letting go of the towel. Chuckling, he asked,"Is that right?" and rubbed her silky snatch and ran his fingers breifly into her pussy's slippery slot. "Well, well, well, I guess I am a failure." he concluded. Reaching down, Rose put her hand on top of her uncle's roving fingers and pressed them hard against her pussy. "Not at all, Uncle Art," she observed, clenching her ass muscles, "In fact, I feel something sticking in to my bottom. Are you ready for me to suck again?" No, Rose," corrected Arthur, pulling his hand away and raising its sticky fingers to her face. He rubbed them on her lips, pushing gently, to introduce her own juices to her tongue. "Suck on these instead." As she tasted herself, Arthur continued, "You're right, my dick is ready again,and you are too. Let me show you something else that's fun." Taking Rose's hand he led her to the big bed and said, "lay back and spread your legs, sticking them into the air." Rose complied readily, anticipating something nice, yet unsure what. She watched with increasing interest as Arthur crawled on the bed, his rampant hard-on waving like a flag. Situating himself between her legs, he pulled them down until her thighs rested on his hunched shoulders, her calves hanging down his back. Sliding his hands along her sides, Arthur settled himself, mouth poised over her navel, fingers and thumbs on top of her protruberant nipples and hands surrounding her firm tits. Arthur kissed her tummy and began to massage Rose's breasts, manipulating her hardening crests. His tongue tickled her belly button and he moved his head with leapfrogging little kisses down her abdomen to her anxious dripping cunt. Arthur felt Rose's thighs flex, pressing hard against his ears, then separating further, opening her portal wide before his hungry mouth. As he pushed his tongue in and lapped her freely flowing juice, Rose wiggled and her heels bounced against his back thumping a base beat to her staccato vocalized cries. Abandoning his niece's pussy briefly, Arthur assumed a push-up position between her legs. Resting on his left forearm, he guided his dick with his right hand to the top of her cunt then slide it slowly down her slit. "Just like my fingers, Rose, only a little bit thicker and longer, that's all," Arthur assured her as bit by bit he eased its head and shaft past her pliant lips. Rose suirmed and giggled, "Oh Uncle Art, this is so way better than fingers! It tickles and makes me smile and shiver all at once." Arthur thrust his hips to drive deeper into her pussy. "OUCH!" yelped Rose, "that was no tickle, Uncle!" "There, there, Honey," Arthur consoled his niece, "it's natural and you may feel a sting, but it will quickly end and you'll feel that happy tickle again." Still, in consideration of her experience, Arthur pulled back to shorten and slo his strokes. "Mmm, that's nicer, Uncle Art, oooh! oooh! I think I'm gonna come again," cried Rose, "Yes! Oh,Yes!" Arthur grinned in delight and lengthened and strengthend his thrusts. As Rose clutched his back with her arms, he pushed through her hymen and held her pinned to the bed by his now immobile lance. "UHNHCLE!" screamed Rose, as his final puncture fully introduced hs cock to her cunt. "Ohmygod! Oh! Oh!" Rose continued gasping and crying. Then, as suddenly as it arrived, the twinging hurt left. She relaxed and felt her pussy naturally contract around her visitor. Actively tensing her pubic muscles, Rose tried to grab her uncle's dick to prevent its leaving. Road Trip Ch. 05: Rooms 189 and 190 Arthur could not have been happier at her eager acceptance. Resuming, he thrust in and out with long steady pokes. Rose hooked her legs and locked her ankles around his lower back, changing both the angle of penetration and her body's response. Coordinating her own pelvic thrusts and contractions to match her uncle's pushes, she came again, raking her nails across his back. With a long last shove, Arthur deposited his semen deep into her womb and they clung to each other, panting, until their automatic convulsions subsided. When Rose could speak again she hugged and kissed Arthur, saying, "Oh what a day, Uncle, Thank you! That was the best!" "You're welcome, sweetie, Arthur replied with a wink, "I'm glad you liked opening your belated birthday pressent." "Mmmm, yummy," Rose said, "but now I'm cold. can we get under the covers and cuddle?" "Absolutley," agreed Arthur, staightening the blanket, but tossing the wet bloodstained sheet on the floor. Rose retrieved her teddy set, stepped into the tap pants and pulled the pink top over her pink puffy tits. Jumping into the waiting bed, she curled up under Arthur's arm and promptly fell asleep. *************** Over in Room 190 Kent turned off the shower. Stepping out, he and his now recovered daughter toweled off in silence, but Renee could not stop staring at her father's dick, still impressive in its flaccid state. Kent grinned at her open awestruck look and appreciatively studied her beautiful, supple, well-developed form. From tits to toes she, and Rose, were perfect painter's dreams. "Damn, you are cute!" he impulsively exclaimed. "Thank you, Dad," Renee answered with a slight blush, "I still can't believe that whole monster fit inside me, but I am so glad it did!" "Me to, Baby," said Kent, "Me too. Are you ready for bed now?" He asked, moving out into the room. "Almost there," Renee answered as she dug her sleepwear from its hiding place. Pulling on her pants and teddy she pirouttedd and asked, "You like this, Daddy?" "Too much!" Kent said, pulling her close and cruising his hands over the pink satin. "Now get into bed and get some sleep! Tomorrow's another day." "Well, I'll close my eyes, Daddy, but I'm still too excited to sleep," Renee opined. She was wrong about that. Within minutes she was breathing deep and easy, hugging Kent's warm hard body.