Luke and Liz pt 5

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It was horrible. There’s no sugarcoating it. Okay, some of the views probably would have been enjoyable, had I not been roasting in a hoodie the entire time. But what choice did I have?

I had gone through about five bottles of water by the time Luke first tried something, honking my butt cheek while the other people around us in our group were distracted by something our guide was saying.

I squeaked slightly. “Not the time.” I panted at him, face slick with sweat.

The trek continued, and the sun got higher and higher in the sky. By the time the trek halted for lunch, I was a complete wreck.

“Dear, would you PLEASE take that thing off?” sighed my mom. “You look like you’re burning alive in there.”

“Mom, no!” I insisted. I quickly looked around as though she was embarrassing me and I didn’t want anyone to hear her. She gave up.

All too quickly, lunch was over, and the death march resumed. It was the hottest part of the day now, and believe me, I felt every degree.

Eventually, Luke jabbed me in the crotch with his finger. “Poke.”

“Guh!” I said. “Seriously Luke, do I look like I’m in the mood for you right now? Go bother somebody else!”

But he wasn’t interested in anybody else. He groped my thighs as they powered me along, and teased my breasts when no one was looking. We were walking separate from my parents now, which gave him a lot more opportunities to molest me.

How could this little bastard still be horny after earlier, anyway? Considering I was carrying about a quarter of his body weight around on my shirt, one would HOPE he’d be relieved! No such luck.

The funeral procession slowed as we passed a somewhat cool-looking rock formation, a few feet away from the path. It had a big, wind-formed overhanging part that looked pretty neat. The guide said we could leave the path to get some closer pictures of it, and a lot of people did. I was pretty upset. This was delaying me from getting back into the car and putting the A/C on.

As we left the rock behind, though, my eyes remained drawn to it; particularly the delicious looking puddle of shade beneath that overhang.

Luke poked my left hooter, and I got an idea.

“Hey.” I told him. “If I let you shoot your stuff again, will you leave me alone for the rest of this hike?”

“Yeah!” he said excitedly.

Perfect. Two birds with one stone. “Okay, we’re gonna go back to that rock and do it there. But be real casual. Just let yourself fall further and further behind the group until nobody knows we’re gone.”

We did exactly that. It worked like a charm. We made our way back to the rock. I plopped myself down in the shade, ripped my hoodie off, and tossed it aside. I looked down at my shirt. His sperm had dried. My tee now had a sort of disgusting tie-dye effect. Thank god this stuff washed out.

This would be great, though. I’d get the chance to take a break and cool off, and I wouldn’t have to worry about Luke for the rest of this ordeal. I grabbed a water bottle out of my backpack and opened it.

“Alright sis, I’m ready if you are.” said Luke, taking out his cock. “You are, right?”

I clicked my tongue, frustrated. “Give me a second to cool off first.”

“One.” he counted, moving towards me. “There you go, one second.”

I rolled my eyes. Might as well get it over with, I guess. I leaned back against the rock and spread my legs. Luke crawled between them, then rammed his meat against me. I released an “Ohhhhh” of pleasure. We were alone out here; it felt good not to have to censor myself.

My shorts, which were damp to begin with from our play in the car, and only got wetter as I sweated, had partially ridden up into my virgin slit and given me a cameltoe. Luke determinedly laid his pipe into it again and again.

As Luke did his business, I began to notice that my plan was having the opposite effect. I wasn’t cooling off, I was heating up. The effects of arousal were cancelling out the shade and rest. I needed to a way to turn down the heat…

Luke grabbed the bottom hem of my shirt again. He started tugging it upwards, but I stopped him. “Don’t bother, I need to take it off anyway. I’m broiling.” I said, sitting up straighter and pulling it over my head. It didn’t really occur to me that I was willfully stripping in front of my brother. All I was worried about was returning to a normal body temperature. Plus, he’d already seen my bra that day, what harm was a second time going to do?

I tossed it on top of my hoodie. I was shiny all over with sweat. I leaned back against the rock and a rapturous sigh escaped me. It’s shaded surface was nice and cool on my bare skin.

Luke humped against me some more. I squirmed in the palm of his hand, groaning and crying out my wordless encouragement.

After a while, he stopped, and wiped some sweat off his brow. “Wow, it really is hot. You move for a while.”

I paused. “Me? Move?”

He laid down on his back on the ground. “Yeah, you’ve just been kicking back and relaxing this whole time.” he whined. “My turn!”

“You want ME to do it to YOU?” I asked skeptically. “Of my own free will?”

Luke shrugged. “What’s the difference?”

Well, there wasn’t really… Except I couldn’t pretend I was being coerced anymore if I was on top. But, I supposed it couldn’t hurt to give him a break. I was feeling a bit cooler now, after all.

“Fine…” I complained, making sure he heard how supposedly opposed to this I was.

I moved on top of him. This position really emphasized how much taller than him I was.

“Am I too heavy?” I asked him.

“No, you’re fine.” he said. Good answer.

His hard prick was standing alert, pointing straight up in the air at me. It looked so eager, so excited. It wanted to feel me so badly. My face turned red as I swung my pelvis towards it. Slowly, I used my slit to pin it down against my brother’s belly. I cautiously began to move, tenderly riding it.

The friction made me moan. Something about doing this under my own power made it a whole new level of naughty.

“Faster.” Luke said impatiently. I obeyed.

Even in the shade, good god, was it hot. The Arizonan summer afternoon was brutalizing me. My temperature began to skyrocket from the effort I was exerting as I ground back and forth across his length.

Eventually, the boy reached up to hold my bouncing melons, slippery with perspiration. He squeezed and massaged them for a while, before eventually slipping his fingers under the cups. I gasped.

“How do I get this off?” he asked.

This was a little much. I had shed all the clothes I wanted to for today, thanks. Even though I was practically having sex with him, I still felt like there was no way I could let him see me topless. “You…” I panted, bucking wildly on his pole. “… don’t…”

Of course, he took this as a challenge. He began running his hands all over my bra, looking for a lock to pick. In the end, he reached behind my back and found the hook.

You always hear jokes about guys being terrible at unhooking bras their first time, but let me tell you, if there’s truth in it, my brother must be some kind of prodigy. The second he found it, it was undone, and he was pulling it off me.

“St-stop…” I moaned, reaching up a hand to try and vainly hold the article in place. “It’s p… it’s private, Luke… You can’t look…” Despite what I said, though, I didn’t stop humping. In fact, I went faster. Being stripped was turning me on.

Despite my resistance, he yanked the brassiere away from me and tossed it aside. Using one arm to hold myself up as I moved my hips, I covered my now totally bare teen chest with the other one.

I expected Luke to try and pull my arm away, but he just laid there, looking up at me, observing me as I tried to shield my nudity from his eyes.

“Just show me.” he finally said.

My surprise caused me to slow down. I hesitated. He wasn’t going to be physical about it? He was just going to… SAY it? Say it, and expect me to do it?

“Come on, do it. I wanna see.” he insisted.

And then, barely aware of what I was doing, my hand started to drop. Slowly, it slipped away, revealing one nipple, then the other. I was doing this willingly, obeying his commands like they were my own. It was almost like I… WANTED him to see. As I did, I felt a little thrill rush through me. Could it be I enjoyed letting this little boy push me, nearly an adult, around?

I let the arm rest at my side as my face burned with shame. My boobs were completely exposed to my little brother, as well as the arid desert air. This was the first time anyone aside from me had seen them.

While the boy’s eyes devoured my luscious breasts, I picked up my pace. His gaze was firing me up. Being ogled, having my nakedness pored over, was imbuing me with lust.

“Ohh, ohhh, ohhh!” I moaned, sliding against him, each swipe sending another wave of taboo bliss through me. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. Topless, outside, getting myself off on my little brother’s dick… I wanted to call myself a slut, but that felt like an understatement.

There was something different about today. Maybe it was the heat getting to me. Maybe it was how far away we were from the normalcy of home, or even the relative normalcy of civilization. But as I rocked my hips under that ledge, panting and sweating with pleasure, I couldn’t feel my inhibitions at all.

I was on vacation. I was getting away from it all. Away from school, away from my social hang ups at home, away from being the shy girl who couldn’t speak to a boy if her life depended on it. I felt like anything could happen here. And I would let it.

What was it I’d resolved when we’d set out on this trip? That I wanted to forge a new identity for myself? That when I came home, I’d be a new Beth?

Well? Was this the new me?

I got myself off on him. “Ahh! Ahh! AHHHHHHHH!” I moaned as I came. I put my hands on Luke’s chest to support myself as pleasure incapacitated me.

“Already?” he asked. It was a bit odd. What kind of nearly-adult woman came faster than a horny little boy? I had every right to be ashamed of myself, but I was feeling much too good for that.

I sighed blissfully and climbed off him. Exhausted, I leaned back against the rock and reached for a water bottle. “That’s it for me. If you want to finish up you have to do it yourself.”

“Guh, you’re the worst.” he complained, getting up. Sulkily, he parted my legs. I expected him to jump right back in, but instead, I felt his fingers unbutton my shorts and curl around their waist. I coughed into my water bottle and he started to tug down on them.

I wiped my mouth and shoved his hand away. “Not happening.”

He wasn’t strong enough to move them if I was sitting on them, and it turned out he didn’t care enough to press the issue. “Not happening.” he mocked, moving back between my legs and returning his cock to its usual place.

Before he could start, though, we heard something that made us stop in our tracks.

Voices. Lots of them. Another tour group!

“Oh shit!” I said. I was on my feet in seconds, boobs bouncing from the sudden movement. The chattering was LOUD, it sounded like they were just one corner away. I quickly looked around for something we could get behind in time. There was only one thing.

“Behind the rock, quick!” I ordered.

We grabbed our backpacks and dove back there.

“Wh… what do we do?” asked Luke.

“Just be quiet! Don’t say anything! Wait for them to pass!” I hissed.

My brain scrambled to evaluate the situation. We intentionally ran away from our group. That was okay. If they caught us, we could just say we got lost. Of course, there WAS the fact that I was topless… Oh god, that was NOT okay.

I looked over at where I’d tossed my clothes. They were a few feet away, and I’d have to come out from behind the rock if I wanted to retrieve them. I was all set to dash out and get them, but then I saw movement coming around the corner. I ducked back like a bolt behind the stone. It was too late.

Me and Luke sat there, perfectly still, perfectly trapped. We didn’t dare peek, but it was obvious from the sound of the chatter and footsteps that they were passing us on the path at that very second.

Some people were going ‘Oooh, look at that rock!’, and I heard the sound of cell phone cameras going off. Just a few feet of rock, and a bit of an angle, separated their excited tourist eyes from a half-naked, frightened half-to-death, girl.

If any of these strangers saw me like this… I would die. Perhaps literally; I’m not sure if I could survive such a deep trauma.

Then, things got a lot worse. Luke resumed trying to pull my shorts off. Really?! Now?! Was he insane?!

I wanted to yell at him to stop, but I didn’t dare even whisper. His tugging was making a ton of noise though. I shook my head vigorously at Luke to get him to stop. No luck. As he pulled harder, and the scraping of the fabric on the sand beneath me became very audible, I had no choice but to lift my butt so he could slide the garment off me.

The sensation of the fabric creeping down and down my long legs, leaving nothing but my small, white cotton panties in its wake, gave me a chill of excitement. He hit a snag when he came to my boots, so he quickly unlaced them and pulled them off.

Finally, my shorts were completely separated from me. I was almost entirely naked, with a squad of people less than ten feet away from me. The desert sand felt hot beneath my butt.

As Luke parted my legs, I heard the group’s tour guide tell them the same thing ours had told us.

That they could leave the path to get a closer look at the rock, if they wanted.

I wanted to die. This was a nightmare. Any second now we were going to be found. I looked at Luke imploringly, but he wasn’t looking at my face. His eyes were pinned to my pussy, looking at its outline within the panties, absorbing all the details he could from the other side of the thin fabric.

Silently, he extended a pointer finger towards it. I thought he was going to poke me there, and braced myself for his touch.

Instead, he used the finger to sweep aside the crotch of my underwear.

He was now looking at my pussy.

Raw, no filter. My little brother was looking at my most sacred area. My inexperienced vagina was so tender, so sensitive, I could actually feel his gaze upon it. I realized I was breathing hard, and forced myself to shut up.

“You heard WHAT?” came an alarmingly close, terribly loud voice. I jumped. Oh god! Oh god! No!

“When we passed that huge cactus.” said a guy’s voice. “I can’t believe you didn’t hear it, it was this, like, loud, echoing scream.”

“Shut up, dude.” laughed another male voice. “What KIND of scream?”

“It sounded like a chick getting fucked.” said the other guy. “For real!”

I cringed. Oh dear god.

“Whatever dude, you’re retarded.” said the first guy. I almost jumped out of my skin this time. He sounded practically right on top of me, now! He was right on the other side of the rock!

Luke was touching me now. His finger was finding my clit, my urethra, and the entrance to my love tunnel, all while his eyes overturned my every millimeter. He was fiercely putting an image to these things he already knew the touch of. Moans were struggling to escape me but my fear gave me the strength to hold them back.

He took his dick out. Oh no. Oh no. No way. I listened close to the two chatting guys. They were just hanging out by the rock. I heard no signs that they were going anywhere.

Luke crawled between my legs. I held my breath as he guided his stiff, trembling rod towards me.

Then, contact. Like a branding iron, the underside of his white hot shaft touched down on my slippery twat.

A cry escaped me. Fortuitously, it came just as one of the guys let out an extremely loud laugh. They didn’t hear me.

As Luke started to move, my mind exploded with pleasure. Oh god, so this was what it felt like bare. Skin on skin. Flesh on incestuous flesh. He picked up the pace. As my labia slid against his meat, our act made a sticky ‘slich slich’ sound, which the two tourists surely would hear if a lull ever arose in their conversation.

It was practically sex, now.

How had I gotten myself into this? Talk about a nightmarish situation. But somehow, the worse it got, the more aroused I became. The taboo of what Luke and I were doing, the imminent likelihood of that taboo being exposed… Despite, or perhaps because of my fear, I was having the time of my life.

I heard a rustle of clothing as one of the men stood up. “Come on dude, looks like the group’s moving on.”

“Hang on.” said the second voice. “I wanna get a picture of the other side.”

My eyes widened. The other side! Oh god, this was it! In a panic, I grabbed Luke to get his attention, but it was no good. He was looking down at my pussy, thinking something over as he plowed my slit. There was no reaching him!

I heard the bootsteps approach around the side of the rock, closer and closer. No! Oh god, no! It was all over! I closed my eyes, and braced myself for discovery.

His voice rang out loudly. “Holy shit! Dude, get over here and look at this!”

It was a death knell if I ever heard one. Though, something was odd. He didn’t sound like he was right on top of me, he sounded like he was a few feet away. I slowly opened my eyes.

I could see the guy clearly. However, his back was turned to me, and he was crouching over something. He picked it up and looked over at the path. I gasped in horror. It was my shirt.

“Dude! Girl clothes!” he shouted. “Some chick WAS getting fucked out here!”

If he turned around, or even cast the slightest glance over his shoulder, he would see exactly who that chick was.

I was so consumed with terror, it took me a second to notice that Luke had stopped moving against me. I glanced at the boy. He was sitting between my legs, holding his dick in his hand, looking at the pussy I’d offered him. The same look of contemplation was on his face. He looked like he was adding something up in his head. What was he thinking about?

Then, in a surge of bravery, he acted. Unceremoniously, he leveled the head of his cock at my hole. Oh no. Oh no. Oh NO.

When the crouching guy’s friend replied, he sounded far away. “Shut up, dude! We’re leaving!”

“No seriously! And the shirt, is like, COVERED in-”

Not now. For fuck’s sake Luke, not now. I reached down a hand to push him away. All this did was stall him, and make him more determined to force his penis inside me.

We couldn’t do this. We were brother and sister, we COULDN’T have sex. You would think there would be some kind of biological barrier preventing us from wanting to do this, but when he pressed his engorged head against my entrance, my vagina cried out in anticipation, streamlining a jolt of eager pleasure shot through me. It wanted him inside! It wanted this little boy to fuck it!

“Well, see you back at the parking lot!” came the first guy’s far away voice.

The croucher sighed and stood up, tossing my shirt back down on the sand. “Okay, okay! Jeez!”

He turned back to the path. He wasn’t looking right at me, but I could see his face! I could see his EYE! Would he notice us out of the corner of it?!

He didn’t. He jogged back to the trail, and that was it. We were alone once again.

Sighing with relief, I shoved Luke off me.

“What the HELL is the matter with you?” I demanded. “Do you have any idea how dead we could have been-HEY!”

He crawled back into place, and started wildly jabbing at my box with his dick. I shielded myself with a hand. “Luke, you can’t put it in there! Forget it!”

“Who’s gonna stop me?” he asked, accepting my challenge. He grabbed my wrist and tried to move it out of the way. I used my other hand to increase my defense. I struggled with him for a while, but eventually he had my arms secured, and his member at the gates again. He was seconds away from pushing inside. My pussy was overjoyed, my walls hot with anticipation.

“Wait! Wait!” I shouted. To my surprise, he waited.

I looked around blearily for my backpack. Finding it, I pulled it towards me. My hands trembled as I unzipped one of the pouches and fished around inside. This was not happening. This absolutely could not be happening. I wasn’t really doing this. This was some kind of fucked up wet dream, it had to be.

When my hand emerged, it was holding a condom. “Put this on it, first.”

I started unwrapping it. He stared, curious. “What is it?”

I hesitated. What could I say to make him wear it? “It makes it feel better.”

He complied. I showed him how to put it on. It was much too big for him; I don’t think they make child-size condoms, and I’d gotten a large one anyway hoping my first time would be with some hung man-stallion.

My first time. For the love of God, this was my first time. Fucked by my obnoxious little brother behind a rock in the Arizona desert. I probably would have cried if I wasn’t so turned on.

Once the condom was on (as much as it could be), I laid down on my back, legs spread. “Okay, go ahead.” I said. “Go easy though, don’t be rough.”

Luke once again readied himself at my entrance. It felt huge as he pushed gently forward. I knew, logically, I’d be able to fit it inside. It wasn’t any bigger than my finger after all. But at that moment, on the cusp of losing my virginity to it, knowing that, in a few seconds, my snatch would be stretching to accommodate it… it seemed massive.

He leaned into me. The tip of his head breached my canal, but he wasn’t making any more progress than that. I was surprised at how much resistance there was, even with the considerable lubrication I was providing him.

“It’s pretty tight.” I remarked. “Go ahead and push a little harder.”

He leaned over me more and complied. A little harder, a little harder still… I closed my eyes and moaned under the mounting pressure.

And then, he was in. A straw broke the camel’s back. With one swift motion, his head, then shaft slid into me, ripping away my hymen and burying his tool up to the hilt.

When I started the scream, it was out of pain, but when I finished, it was one of pleasure. The movement was electrifying! I had thought my breasts and labia were sensitive, but they were nothing compared to this. I was getting it from the source now. This was pure, raw pleasure, a heightened sexual awareness I never dreamed was possible.

Even when the movement stopped, I experienced a sensory overload. I felt every inch of him, I clung to every fine detail of his cock. His heat, his radiant lust, his veins, his head, his firmness, I took it all in, I became it. So this was sex. Oh god, it was, it was…

Another wave of pleasure caused me to cry out again, this time shaking and seizing my entire body. I realized I was cumming. Just having him inside me brought me to my third orgasm of the day.

“Sis, are you okay?!” My brother’s worried voice sounded far away. I realized my eyes weren’t closed anymore, and looked at him.

“Yeah, I…” My sentence stopped. I’m not sure how much time passed before I continued it. “I’m just… I’m just great, Luke. I’m… AAAAAAAAH!”

I came a fourth time. It was all too much. This pleasure… I wasn’t ready for it. I couldn’t handle it. Nothing could have prepared me for how amazing this was. But I wanted more.

“I’m… I’m okay.” I said finally, even while feeling a fifth building. “What about you? How do I feel?”

“You’re, you’re really tight, really warm…” he breathed, “I like it…”

“You can… move if you want. Just like before.”

“O… okay.” said Luke. “If you’re sure it’s okay…”

He slid back, slowly, agonizingly, the walls of my chute possessively gripping him as he did. “Oh! Ohhh!” I moaned.

Then, he slammed forward, burying himself in me once again. “Ahhh! AAaah!” I screamed.

Luke moaned too. I noticed he was typically pretty quiet, so this meant I felt really good. He started moving faster, pushing into me over and over again. I felt my tube close every time he pulled back, then spread again when he pushed in.

Soon he was thrusting like a jackhammer, spearing my tightness again and again. My hole was in complete nirvana, accepting him in a blissful daze. I came many more times while Luke fucked me. My mind felt blank, burned out. All I could feel, see, hear… all I could comprehend, was that numbing joy of sex. It probably didn’t take long for the inexperienced boy to finish, but my brain lost the ability to process linear time after just a few thrusts. It could have been years.

“Sis…” It was like I was hearing him from underwater. “Gonna… AH… Gonna…”

He drove himself in me to the hilt and moaned. With a rush of adrenaline, I realized something deep inside me had been preparing for this moment. My womb was primed and raring to accept his seed. He left it high and literally dry.

As Luke pulled out of me, I started to come back down to Earth. My vocal chords felt shredded; I must have been screaming hard. The tip of the condom was ballooned with sperm. ‘Christ, good thing I packed some of those.’ I thought. With that much cum inside me I would have surely gotten knocked up, especially since this was about the riskiest time of the month for me.

Of course, I hadn’t expected to actually use one on this trip… and certainly not like this.

“Wow, sis. I really liked that.” he told me, starting to peel the rubber off himself. “What now?”

I tried to stand and walk over to my clothes. My knees were too weak to permit that, so I crawled instead. My head was swimming, permeated with a deep feeling of shame. I let myself get carried away, and now part of me was gone and I’d never get it back. I gave myself up without any thought for the consequences.

But at the same time, there were some ‘it’s about damn time’ feelings mixed in there as well. I was a woman now. Even knowing who had made me one, I couldn’t help but feel a little proud of myself.

I started putting my bra back on. “Now we wait for another tour group to come by, then kind of subtly mingle in with them and tag along with them until we get back to the parking lot.”

“Won’t mom and dad be mad we ran off?” asked Luke.

“We’ll just say we got lost or something.”

Luke held up the condom with two fingers. “What do I do with this?”

“Just toss it.”

“I can’t litter!” cried Luke, shocked at my audacity. “Especially not HERE!”

I sighed. They teach kids ‘don’t litter’ as soon as they’re old enough to speak… but ‘don’t molest your sister’? Heck, let ’em figure out THAT one for themselves!

“Fine, gimme it.” I said grumpily. He handed it to me. I tied the open end in a tight knot, so none of the contents could seep out, then put it in my backpack. “I’ll dump it, first trash can I see. Satisfied?”

“Yeah.” he said. “So, when do you think that next group is coming around?”

I could stand now. I finished pulling on my shirt, then reached for my panties. “Well, it sounded like they depart on a schedule. Judging from when the last group left, probably about another fifteen, twenty minutes.”

Luke walked over to my backpack. He opened one of the pouches and pulled out another condom. “What do you want to do until then?”

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