Luke and Liz pt 3

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We were on the road the rest of the day. Luke was feeling guilty, so he kept his hands to himself.

I was a little shellshocked myself. Things obviously went way too far in the caverns. Luke was getting bolder and bolder. Unbuttoning my shorts… that was kind of scary. What would have happened if we’d been in the dark a couple more minutes?

At one point, after a couple hours of quietly sitting on his side and turning things over in his head, he asked me, “Lizzie? Did the thing that happened to you in the cave… hurt?”

I thought about my answer for a brief moment. “Yeah. Really bad.” I said. “That’s why I didn’t want you to touch me in the first place. Get it now?”

“Yeah. Sorry, sis.” he said, ashamed. “Please don’t tell mom.”

“I’m not gonna tell her. You didn’t know.” I said. “Just don’t do it again.”

He nodded, then turned and looked back out at the cacti passing by the window.

I sighed and leaned back in my seat. Would that fib be enough to get him to stop? I wasn’t sure.

We managed to find a hotel with a pool, so I got to swim a little. For the first time in a couple days, I unwound a little. It was… relaxing. Maybe, if Luke changed his ways, I could start enjoying this vacation at last.

I felt a bit uncertain when I got into bed next to Luke that night. I was pretty sure he still felt bad, and I wanted to be optimistic he’d leave me alone. But, I’d hoped for that many times before.

Through the day’s combination of swimming, cave exploring, and best-orgasm-of-my-life having, I was extremely tired. As soon as I closed my eyes, my consciousness faded. I was wavering on the very edge of slumber, when I was yanked away from the precipice.

My eyes snapped open. The room was pitch dark. Everyone was already sleeping.

Wait, no they weren’t. The hands of a particularly bratty alarm clock had been massaging my sleeping bosom.

What a fucking creep, going after me when he thought I was snoozing. I tapped Luke firmly on the hip, letting him know I was awake. He twitched, startled. He withdrew his mitts for a second, considered it, then continued to paw at me.

On my back, I turned my head to the side, looking over at my parents’ bed. My eyes were starting to adjust to the darkness. They looked pretty soundly asleep. Still, I couldn’t risk speaking.

I looked at Luke, and mouthed the word: ‘Stop!’

As he squeezed my chest, he moved his mouth next to my ear and whispered. He was so quiet, that even that close, I could barely hear him. “It’s okay. I’ll stop before that happens this time.”

His hand fiddled with the buttons of my pajama top, opening it up wide enough for my breasts to reveal themselves beneath the blanket. I had forgotten to wear a bra to bed this time; what an awful mistake. I shivered as his cold hand cupped my tender right boob.

I expected him to keep petting my chest, but he had other priorities tonight. His hand left my boob, then molassed its way down my midriff, slowly, sensuously, to my crotch. I clamped my legs tightly together, but he was still able to wedge a couple fingers between my pale thighs.

Even though it was too dark to see, I shut my eyes tight anyway. I felt my mouth open slightly in pleasure as his small fingers stroked my mound through the pajama bottoms.

The bottoms were old; I’d had them for years, and they were practically threadbare. I wasn’t wearing panties, either. This was different from when he felt me through the shorts, he could easily parse the outline of my slit through the thin cloth.

As soon as he did, his gestures became more hesitant. I could tell by his measured pace he wasn’t exactly sure what he was feeling.

He would know soon enough. Removing his hand from between my thighs, he slipped it up to my navel and then down, beneath the pajama’s waistband.

My breath caught in my throat. I couldn’t believe this was happening. With my parents sleeping a few feet away, no less. No matter how good it felt, I had to keep deathly quiet.

My heart pounded as he slowly slipped lower and lower, millimeter by millimeter across my shaven skin. I realized I was feeling nervous. NERVOUS, rather than repulsed. This would be the first time someone other than me had ever touched me there. What… would it feel like?

Finally, he reached my most sacred place. Curious and unromantic, he explored me. His fingers parted my soft outer lips, flipped through my folds, and thumbed experimentally at my clitoris. To my horror, my legs parted slightly to aid his sinful research.

As he probed me, my breathing resumed, heavier than normal. This boy had no idea how good he was making me feel.

He rolled over onto his side, closing the gap between us. He was spooning against my right hip. Wedged between us was what was unmistakably my brother’s hard cock. Had it been this stiff the whole time?

Even as my pussy was being analyzed, I couldn’t help but focus more on the hard sexual object prodding against me. It was strange to think about. Even though my brother knew nothing about sex, his penis was erect and ready to perform its duty. It thought it was going to go into my hole, ejaculate, and impregnate me. I was both creeping myself out and turning myself on. Not that Luke needed much help.

He was leaning into me with it, putting more and more weight on it. It must have felt good for him; apparently he didn’t know about humping yet. Just a long, even pressure was doing the trick for him. A finger skirted the opening of my vaginal tunnel. Pleasure crackled through me like a static shock, and a single, desire-filled word flashed in my head. ‘IN!’

Yes, as twisted as it was, in that split second, I wanted that finger to push its way into me. However, it didn’t happen. With no idea what it was he was feeling, his fingers moved on.

He seemed more interested in my clit. He picked and pinched at it, each touch nearly making me wake the neighbors. I was getting close again.

I hurriedly tapped him on the arm as a warning.

“Just a little more.” he panted. Now openly grinding his dick against his big sister’s hip, it was clear he was enjoying this too.

I could feel it building. I put a hand over my mouth and moaned a few warm up notes into it. Fear, arousal, panic, bliss, dozens of diverse emotions spun through my head. I was almost, almost-

“HEY!” boomed my dad’s voice, rattling the walls of the cheap hotel room.

Oh god. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Luke instantly rolled away from me. Completely drunk on sex a moment ago, I instantly sobered up. I was breathing harder than ever now, from sheer terror and adrenaline rather than arousal. A steel lump the size of a baseball formed in my throat. It was over, all over. Caught in the act.

“Are you two gonna keep fighting, or are you going to sleep? I have to drive at SIX AM tomorrow!” bellowed my dad.

Fighting. The word hit my ears but it took a second for it to osmose into my brain. Fighting.

Luke didn’t respond. He was as scared as me, if not more so. I finally pulled myself together enough to speak.

“S… Sorry dad.” I said, unable to hide the disbelieved relief in my voice.

He grumbled and rolled over in response.

The room was quiet and still for the rest of the night, but a troubled thought kept me up a little while longer. Just a couple days ago, hadn’t I WANTED Luke to get caught?

………..

The hotel had a breakfast buffet in the lobby, so the following morning we ate like kings and then piled back into the car.

I knew better, by this point, than to expect Luke to be scared off by his close call last night. For a while, he played I Spy with my dad, but once that had run its course, he turned his attention to me.

A hand clamped onto my left breast, jerking me out of the book I was reading. I sighed and set it aside, there was no point reading any further.

He didn’t linger long on my chest though; his hand abandoned my tit and started to caress my thigh.

“Ack!” I cried, before silencing myself. He was eager to continue where we’d left off. I glanced at my parents. My dad’s bored eyes were glued to road, and my mom was taking a few pictures out the window. What did Luke think he was doing? This was too risky!

His hand felt good on my bare leg, petting and stroking my smooth, sensitive skin. He started low on my thigh, close to my knee, slowly massaging his way up. Every inch of progress made my heart beat faster.

He reached the bottom of my short shorts. He stopped for a moment before turning his fingers inwards, tracing the hem of my shorts with his fingertip in a gradual, tortuous movement. I shivered with excitement as he approached the space between my closed legs.

When he reached this barricade, he stopped. His hand lingered on my leg, waiting for me to open up.

I didn’t want him to touch me there. I couldn’t, I wasn’t going to. Sure, I felt horny. Sure, my traitorous body ached for a touch. But… if I gave in here, if I willingly made this easy for him… I’d be crossing a line I could never uncross.

“Come on.” he encouraged.

I fought it as long as I could. Shame filled me, along with complete self-disgust, as my legs reluctantly parted.

His hand continued its slow trek until it reached its destination. With his pointer and middle finger, he rubbed my soft mound through my shorts.

“Mmmnnn.” I quietly moaned. I didn’t want to admit it, but the stroking felt excellent. I wanted to feel better, though; I was painfully aware that, for once, he was ignoring my tits. Common sense held back the temptation to reach up and fondle them myself. Barely.

I felt a jolt of arousal as his hand strayed up to my shorts’ button.

I grabbed his wrist. “No!” I muttered urgently. He looked up at me, and I darted my eyes towards my parents.

He shrugged, and reached in with his other hand. I reluctantly let go. It was out of my hands. I crossed my fingers and hoped. Please, please, don’t let them catch us!

Getting the button loose, he proceeded to unzip the fly. My white panties were now openly visible. I couldn’t help but blush. Even though this kid had been fingering me just last night, this was still the first time any guy had SEEN me like this. It had different significance to me, somehow.

If one of my parents chose that moment to turn around, there would have been no way to hide it, no excuse I could have given. Even if he’d extracted his hand in time, there was no way I could redo my shorts in that same instant. I was scared, but also… strangely excited. I was trembling by the time he eased his hand into my panties.

He ran his pointer finger up along my slit, then pushed it between the lips and swiped it down through like a credit card. The same way he had done with my breasts, he was experimenting, sampling my snatch any way he could.

He jabbed his finger against my clit. “Nnn!” I moaned. Definitely, definitely better than when I did it.

“Poke.” he said.

“Kn… knock it off.” I whispered. “That hurts, Puke. Remember what I said?”

“Poke. Poke.” he said again, pushing my love button a couple more times.

I put a hand over my mouth just as another moan came out. This was getting bad. My hand could only block so much sound. If I started feeling any better my parents would surely hear me.

“H… Hey mom.” I squeaked. Just talking to her was a risk, but I didn’t have any choice. I tried to keep my voice calm, natural, composed. It was impossible. “Can we, AH! listen to the radio?”

“Sure, dear.” said my mom, not looking up from her road map as she reached for the radio tuner. “What do you want to listen to? You like the adult contemporary stuff, right?” She turned the dial and the quiet, genteel sounds of some piano-playing wuss kicked in.

“Uh, I’m actually in kind of a-” Luke pinched my inner lips and I gasped. “-h-hard rock mood!”

“Nice!” said my dad. “I knew you’d come around, Beth.” He reached for a dial and spun it. The sounds of Bachman-Turner Overdrive reverberated through the car. My mom did not seem pleased. I still had to restrain myself as Luke diddled me, but it helped a little.

The walls of my vagina twinged longingly as his finger brushed against my opening again. I held my breath, not sure whether it was out of fear or anticipation. Would he put it in this time?

He was about to move on, but hesitantly stopped. He returned to my entrance and poked it gently with his middle finger.

“Ahhh!” I groaned.

He prodded again, slower this time, more firmly. My virginal pussy was extremely tight, and he seemed to think he’d bottomed out with barely his fingernail inside. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that he was rock hard through his pants.

He looked up at me as he gently swabbed his finger around the inside of my hole. “What IS this thing, sis?”

I blushed. “N… none of your, mmmm, business!”

Taking my response as encouragement, he fiddled with my opening further. He used a bit more care and precision now, delicately exploring my chastity. As he did, his finger wiggled its way into me. He realized his finger was sinking once he was in up to his first knuckle.

I was moaning openly now, eyes closed and head tilted back in ecstasy. Who would have thought the breathy fumblings of a little boy, my baby brother, could feel so delightful? If my dad glanced back at that moment, he’d have quite a sight, but that danger only added to the thrill. There would be no denying that I was enjoying this.

Realizing there was a depth to this thing he’d discovered, Luke decided to test its limits. He pushed his finger forward, pinning me with a firm, even pressure. I bit my lip to confine a scream as his digit eased all the way into me.

What a sensation. Once he was fully submerged, he didn’t move it at all; simply stalled it there and allowed my warmth to clench him. It was only one finger, but it felt so good, so filling. This was all I needed.

I heard a noise, and it took me a second to realize it was Luke’s voice.

“What?” I panted.

“Lizzie… I don’t get it, it’s so deep…?” he repeated, sounding confused.

I couldn’t answer. I was about to cum. He couldn’t even comprehend my body, and yet he was using it so well… My breathing was heavy, groans escaping with each exhalation. So close, so close, so…

And then, a jarring, deflating feeling as Luke yanked his finger out of me. It was over. My plug had been pulled.

“Wh…” I couldn’t speak. As I slowly, painfully came down from my sexual high, I remembered how to form words. “You stopped.”

“See? I stopped before it happened.” he said reassuringly. “Like I told you. It’s okay, don’t worry.”

I had no idea what he was talking about. His words didn’t make any sense to me. Eventually though, I did recall my lie, and the mixed feelings of relief and frustration shamed me greatly.

My pussy was dripping wet as my trembling hands redid the button of my shorts, my nipples rock hard. This kid had molested me, forced me to enjoy what he was doing, pushed me to the edge, and then, to finish up, completely left me hanging.

He was a monster.

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