Luke and Liz pt2

Mom! Luke Keeps Touching Me!

(For the record, this chapter is one of my favorites.)

Chapter <<2

We were on the road all day. By the time we got to the hotel, my poor boobs felt like two pincushions.

I was REALLY horny now. I needed to get away and get off, but no opportunities presented themselves. I considered doing it in the shower, but since I have a tendency to be very loud I scrapped that idea. I needed complete isolation. Even back home, I couldn’t do it unless I was the only person in the house.

Of course, it had never been this big a problem before. Waiting on it usually wasn’t such a big deal. This time, it was an EMERGENCY. I HAD to have an orgasm, it was driving me insane.

“Heyyy.” said my mom, walking in the door and holding a bag of groceries. Tonight’s hotel was near a supermarket, so she took the opportunity to buy some stuff she forgot to pack. “Thought you kids might like a snack, so I picked up some grapes. Honey, can you wash them up?”

It was a happy surprise. Fresh fruit sounded awesome. It might seem a bit absurd to get excited about grapes after what I’d just gone through, but Christ, I really needed something normal. My dad washed them up and we chomped them while discussing tomorrow’s plans for Carlsbad Caverns.

I didn’t contribute much to the conversation, though one couldn’t blame my mind for wandering. The scene was so innocent. My parents had no idea the same kid who was now smiling and making jokes about getting lost in the caves, had just a couple hours ago been sexually abusing their daughter. His own sister. I wouldn’t have believed it myself, he was a fine actor.

At bedtime, I was on the right side of the bed, he was on the left. I wasn’t enthusiastic about sharing a bed with him, but there wasn’t much of a choice. I wore a bra under my pajama top tonight, something I never did.

My parents turned the lights out and we exchanged our goodnights. I felt a little reassured. This was a remote hotel, in a small town. The night was very quiet, a lot quieter than we were used to back home. My dad shifted his sleeping position slightly, and his bed’s squeak sounded cacophonous. Luke would not be able to move around much, or even at all. Perhaps I could rest easy tonight.

15, 20 minutes later, I was awoken from the edge of dreamland by an arousing touch. Luke’s hand was moving against my right breast, slowly so as not to make a sound. The pace was painfully glacial. The moon was moving through the sky outside faster than his hand was shoving into my budding teenage breast. This went beyond savoring me, he was gorging himself on me.

I sighed and turned over onto my side, facing away from him. He couldn’t reach me this way as well as he wanted, so he slowly, SLOWLY, without making the springs creak, sidled up behind me, spooning against me.

I felt my face burn red in the darkness. This was as close as I’d ever been to a boy. His body was pressed so close to me there couldn’t have been even a molecule of air between us. My butt was pressing into his crotch as the arm he wasn’t laying on snaked around in front of me to paw at my bosom.

How could he do this? Mom and dad were right there, sleeping! And yet, he brazenly pressed on, fearing nothing.

As he felt me up, my horniness returned, replacing my fear. My boobs were clay, and this little boy was molding them according to his perverted artistic vision. I felt my pussy slicken slightly. I fought back the desire to reach a hand beneath the waistband of my pajama bottoms. Why, dammit? Why was I liking this?

Then, I felt a pressure on my ass. A warm rod had been placed against it. Luke was hard.

He immediately stopped touching me and rolled away loudly. I heard him whisper a “Wh-what? What’s happeni-” before my dad’s disturbed, sleeping snort interrupted him. Luke froze and fell silent, and we both listened. The room was deathly quiet for a second, and then my dad’s snoring continued. We both breathed a sigh of relief.

Luke didn’t bother me for the rest of the night, but it was still a long time before I fell asleep. I felt very confused.

…………..

The morning’s trip, which took us the rest of the way to the Caverns, he left me alone. I guess the shock of his first boner had traumatized him. Hopefully it meant he wouldn’t traumatize ME for a while.

My family was lumped into a tour group of about 10 other people and off we went into the caves. They were beautiful, some of the stala-whatevers were really breathtaking. I was kind of expecting the cave to be dingy and gross, but they kept it nice.

Best of all, there were people everywhere, so my little brother couldn’t manhandle me. Overall it seemed like a good time.

“Okay everyone, please watch your feet as we go into the next chamber.” said the tour guide. He entered a dimly lit tunnel, and we followed him. The tunnel was short, probably only about 10-15 feet long, but it was narrow, so we had to go single file. Luke was right behind me. During the brief moment the tiny tunnel threw us into darkness, he reached up in front of me and poked my right boob from underneath.

I jumped in surprise. “Eeek!” I shrieked.

“What was that?” asked the tour guide, shining his flashlight at me.

I turned red as everyone looked at me. “Oh, er, sorry.” I said. “I… thought I saw a bat.”

The guy laughed and turned around. “Come on everybody, let’s keep moving.”

As the group progressed forward, and we returned to the light, I hissed at my brother. “Not here.” My choice of words surprised me. Not HERE? As opposed to ‘not ANYWHERE’?

He didn’t reply. As we walked through the cave’s many chambers, I had a hard time focusing on their natural splendor. The spot where he’d lightly grazed my breast throbbed warmly. It was a dangling feeling, as though my boobs were waiting, impatiently hanging on for another feel. They’d had one bite, now they wanted another. My nipples were already stiffening, and it wasn’t due to the cave’s cool air. I was turned on, and hard.

But how was that possible? Could I really be getting THIS fired up from getting groped by a little kid? My brother, no less? I was practically a grown woman. You’d think I’d have standards. Or, at least, shame.

“Okay everybody, as we enter this next chamber, please look to your left.” said the tour guide. “You’ll see one of this cavern’s oldest, largest stalactites.”

As we passed into the chamber, all heads, including mine, turned to look at the large pointy rock. The second they did, boom! A painfully hard squeeze to my teenage jugs. Luke used both hands to seize them the second everyone was distracted. I stifled another yelp.

I expected him to quickly release me, but to my horror, he did not. While the tour guide rambled about how old the stalactite was estimated to be, holding our group’s rapidly waning interest, Luke continued to tenderize my soft, round tits.

Panic was entering my mind, but it was entering slowly, having a hard time getting around all the arousal. Indeed, I was getting rocked by my little brother’s hands. My face was burning red and my pussy was slickening again. Every squeeze he inflicted on my sensitive, aroused boobs sent a jolt of pleasure squirming through me. I was enjoying this. Way, way too much. There was no denying it at this point.

Luke stopped. It took me a second to realize why; the tour guide was wrapping up his speech. It took me another second to remember that Luke stopping was a good thing.

The crowd proceeded. With nervous, shaky steps, I joined them.

As the full weight of the situation began to bear down, guilt filled me. What was wrong with me? Was I sick in the head? Only someone truly disturbed would be getting turned on by their little brother.

I didn’t think I was disturbed. I thought I was a normal girl. A little naive maybe, a bit shy, but pretty much normal. But if I was, why was I enjoying something so abnormal, so wrong?

I pondered it as we walked. Well, of course my body would like to be touched there; it’s not like it knew my brother was doing it. It just felt hands on erogenous zones and reacted accordingly. A natural response. Admitting to liking it… there wasn’t anything wrong with that. It was human physiology, like admitting that I breathe. That’s all.

Secondly, it wasn’t like there was anything I could do to stop it. He was going to keep on copping feels until he got caught or bored. And as long as it kept happening, I would keep getting turned on by it. It just made sense. It would almost be strange if I didn’t.

I was relieved. At least I wasn’t some kind of incestuous pederast. However, that didn’t really solve the problem at hand.

“Hmmm.” said the tour guide. “Everybody hold up.” The crowd stopped. I looked up, and saw the tunnel ahead of us was completely dark. Unlike before, I could see no light on the other side. My heart sank. This wasn’t going to end well.

“Damn governor… cutting our funding…” mumbled the guy. He spoke up, using the same regular, optimistic-nature-guy voice he had been the whole tour, so as to keep everyone calm. “Everybody, it looks like we have a little light malfunction up ahead.”

He took a flashlight out of his backpack. “Not a big deal, I’ve got my little flashlight and the tour’s almost over. I’ll stay in the lead, everybody follow my light, stay close, and enjoy the rest of the tour.”

The crowd closed in tight. I felt like I was in a crowded hallway at school. A few people brought flashlights into the cave with them, and switched them on before we moved en masse into the darkness.

As soon as blackness consumed us, I felt Luke’s hands on my bosom. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. Jesus, it felt good. He squeezed, pinched, and prodded my knockers from behind, with oblivious people standing less than a foot away. My nipples stabbed into his palms, and he gave them a playful tweak. Then, he moved his hands beneath my orbs, felt their weight, and bounced them up and down into his hands.

Then, he did something new. His hands left my breasts, and slowly, sensually slid down my sides, tracing the outline of my modest, petite figure. I trembled at his touch, feeling his fingers on my ribs, then my midriff.

I had no idea where his hands were going, only adding to the already mounting suspense of the situation. I forced my legs to keep propelling me forward. Adrenaline was surging through me, fueling my desire.

He slipped a hand under my shirt. A pleasured gasp escaped me.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” agreed an elderly woman’s voice, sounding inches from my ear. I looked up. The tour guide was shining his flashlight on a large stalactite that resembled a waterfall.

“Y… Y-yeah…” I said. I sounded obviously out of breath.

Luke’s hand slipped up my body to my chest. I now felt him more clearly than ever, the soft fabric of my bra rubbing against his palm, while his fingertips smushed against my boobs’ bare skin above. They felt warm, and a bit damp with sweat. He was as nervous as I was.

His other hand returned to where it was before. Now, one of my breasts was being fondled from beneath my shirt, and the other from outside. I was panting openly now; fortunately the sound was mostly muffled by the crowd’s footsteps.

Something flickered to life inside me, and I realized I was close to actually having an orgasm from this. Losing concentration, one of my steps faltered, and I bumped into a guy standing in front of me. He grumbled, and I hazily murmured an apology.

Then, the hand on the outside of my shirt vanished. I was confused. Even disappointed. Where did it go?

I soon had my answer. A finger poked between my legs from behind, piercing me right on the crotch of my shorts.

“Mmmnn!” I squirmed. The moan came out a little louder than it should have. Did people notice? Were stares being cast from the darkness in my direction? I couldn’t find many reasons to care.

He poked me there again, and again.

“Poke.” he whispered. “Poke. Poke. Poke.”

Each time drove a new jolt of pleasure through me. One poke fell right onto where my entrance was. Had there not been a couple layers of fabric in the way, he could have dived right in. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out.

Soon, his curiosity demanded more. He forced the rest of his small hand between my legs, and sweeping his fingers and palm against my twat.

His hand rubbed, firmly and savagely, into my sweet spot. No doubt he could feel how damp my shorts were becoming. My baby brother was doing this to me… was getting me this worked up… He balled the hand into a fist and raked his hard knuckles against my thirsty box.

My orgasm built. And built. Its rolling boil started between my legs, sending up steam through my heaving chest, knotted throat, and swimming head. I could barely walk. I slowly realized this wasn’t going to be some touch-and-go, half-baked orgasm. This was a long time coming, and I was having an incredible time. When it hit, it was going to be a screamer.

“Luke…” I breathed.

His hands slowed their movement. Something in my voice must have sounded wrong to him. “Yeah, sis?” he whispered.

“Cover…” I said. I swallowed, inhaled, then spoke again, “…my mouth…”

“What?”

“Nnnn… ahhh… your hand…” I said. “Quick… I’m almost… I’m almost…”

With the hand that was still toying with my chest, he reached up and clapped a hand over my mouth. He did so in the nick of time.

I thought I was ready. I thought I knew what was coming. I had no idea. An orgasm hit me so fast, so hard, I couldn’t comprehend it. I moaned into the boy’s hand as my small, teenage body struggled to weather the barrage of bliss. Pleasure swept through me, every nook and cranny flooded with sensation. From somewhere far away, I felt my shaking knees give out, and saw Luke struggle to keep me standing.

Even after it receded, it took me a moment to regain my strength/control of all my limbs.

What… WAS that? It was so much better than when I did it alone…

My brother’s voice found its way into my ear. “S… sis?”

“Yeah?” I asked. My voice felt raspy from the screaming. The screaming! I looked around. The guide was still giving the tour like nothing had happened. Apparently, nobody had heard me.

“Are you okay?” Luke asked. He clearly had no idea what had just happened to me.

“Yeah… I’m fine.” I said.

He waited a second. “Sorry.”

“You should be.” I banefully replied. I almost said ‘Don’t be’.

“And, there’s the exit!” said the tour guide brightly, pointing at an arch of daylight not far away. “Thank you everyone, sorry for the little mishap, hope you enjoyed the tour! Our gift shop is located…”

I sighed with relief as we returned to daylight. It was over. Looking at the other tourists, they were all chatting excitedly, sharing pictures they took on their phones. Nobody was paying any attention to me. Luke had somehow gotten away with it.

“Hey kids!” said our mom and dad, rejoining us. “What’d you think? Beautiful formations, huh?”

“Oh yeah, the best.” said Luke.

“How about you, Liz?” asked my mom brightly. “Have fun?”

I hesitated. “I guess you could say that.”

“Hah! I knew you would!” replied my dad, giving me a noogie. “C’mon, we better get back on the road.”

As we turned to leave for the parking lot, the tour guide pulled me aside. “Hey, excuse me.” he said. He was acting weird, trying hard not to make eye contact with me.

My heart started pounding. Did he notice something? “Y… yeah?” I asked.

He looked embarrassed. “…XYZ.”

I looked down. A look of horror crossed my face. My shorts were unbuttoned, and the zipper was pulled all the way down, exposing my panties. My face turned bright red. Wh… when did that little bastard do that?!

Hands moving like lightning, too ashamed to apologize, I redid them and ran off to rejoin my family.

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