Luke and Luz pt1

Chapter 1
>>

“Mom! Luke keeps touching me!” I shouted.

My mom didn’t look up from the road map she was inspecting. “Luke, leave your sister alone.”

I looked at the annoying monster sitting next to me with pride. He stuck his tongue out at me and reached into his backpack for his Game Boy.

It had been like this the whole way. We’d only left home three hours ago, and already I was prepared to strangle the boy. It was going to be a long vacation. Granted, family vacations are never the most appealing prospect to a 16 year old girl, but being trapped in the backseat with an obnoxious 10 year old did not make it any easier.

I didn’t know why 10 year olds took such twisted pleasure from being obnoxious to everyone around them. I hoped never to understand such a sadistic mind. At home, I liked to give him a wide berth. Strapped to a seat next to him for hours at a time, though, forced me to deal with him.

The sight of the handheld gave me hope he would be preoccupied for a while. I put on my headphones, zoned out to my music, and tried to imagine I was somewhere far away.

The span of highway we were on was a boring one, with nothing but acres and acres of corn fields to look at. My attention wandered to my reflection on the surface of the glass.

I had thick, soft blonde hair, about medium length. My face was soft and friendly, with innocent blue eyes and a few light freckles.

My body was not visible on the window, but I was always conscious of it. I was short, with a small frame and B-cup breasts. A black babydoll shirt snugly held me while white short shorts revealed my long, pale legs. I definitely needed to get some sun on this vacation.

More than anything though, I needed to break out of my shell. Back home, I was pretty shy and self-conscious, and I was hoping to take this opportunity to forge a new, outgoing identity for myself. When I came home, I’d be a new Liz.

If I could talk to one guy without making a fool of myself, I’d consider it a victory.

After about five minutes, I was shaken from my thoughts by Luke poking me again.

“Poke! Poke! Poke!” he cackled, repeatedly poking me in the cheek.

‘Ignore him.’ I thought to myself, letting the pokes come. ‘Ignore him and he’ll get bored, ignore him…’

He pushed finger against my cheek in a long, sustained poke, applying more and more pressure. “Poooooooooooke…”

I gave it my all, but there was only so much I could bear. I shoved him away. “Knock it off, you little jerk!”

“Hey! What’s going on back there?!” barked our dad.

“He isn’t stopping!” I shouted.

“I’m bored!” Luke responded.

Our dad started to pass a slow-moving pickup truck in front of us. “I don’t want any whining on this trip! Both of you be quiet and get along. That goes for you too, Elizabeth.”

I was offended. “I didn’t even do anythi-!”

“Ah ah ah! Ssh!” my dad shushed. And that was that.

……………

I was forced to endure the rest of the day’s poking in silence. If you’d think Luke would get bored of harassing me as the hours went on, you’d be wrong. I was about ready to wring his bratty neck by the time we got to the hotel that evening.

“We’re making good time.” said my mom, looking at the map as my dad struggled with our room’s key card. “By noon tomorrow we’ll be at Cahokia Mounds.”

“Why are we going to a bunch of old hills?” I asked.

My mom laughed. My ignorance was adorable to her. “They’re not JUST hills, dear. Cahokia used to be a city of over 20 thousand people! This was back in the middle ages! Can you imagine?”

“Don’t spoil it, dear! Save some of the excitement for the tour!” insisted my dad. He finally wrestled the card through the slot in the correct direction and swung the door open.

Me and Luke’s jaws both dropped.

“Only two beds?!” we moaned.

“Sorry kids, you know we’re on a strict budget this trip.” said my dad. “One of you can always sleep on the floor if you don’t wanna share.”

“You better not, we have a lot of mound climbing planned tomorrow.” said my mom. “You don’t wanna be sore.”

I felt like crying. This was a nightmare. “Is there a pool?”

“Nope.” said my dad. “But that’s fine, we wouldn’t have time to swim anyway! We should eat, shower and get to bed so we can get back on the road bright and early!”

So that’s exactly what we did. My dad went and got us some Chinese food from a fast food place at the end of the block. We ate and then everyone took turns having their showers.

I had a bit of a close call when I took mine. “Mom!” I shouted, as water ran over me.

Her voice made its way to me from outside the bathroom. “Yes, dear?”

“Can you hand me my backpack? I forgot my shampoo!” I called.

“What pocket is it in?” my mom replied.

I panicked and poked my head out from behind the shower curtain. “N-no! Mom! You can’t look! That’s mine! Just give it to me and I’ll get it!”

The bathroom door opened a crack. My mom’s hand, holding my backpack, came through the opening.

“Okay, okay…” she muttered. I quickly got out and took the bag from her. She retreated with a grumbling, “Teenagers…”

I closed the door and fished my shampoo out of one of the bag’s pockets. It was sitting right next to the item I didn’t want her to see. A small cluster of condoms.

I didn’t really think I’d get laid on this trip, but, well… let’s just say I was hoping for a miracle. And if I got one, I was prepared.

When all our showers were complete, my parents got into one of the beds and shut off the light. Me and Luke prepared to do the same, standing cautiously by the bed as though it were a beast ready to pounce.

“Window side.” I told Luke. He was wearing a t-shirt and boxers, I was wearing a two piece pajama of pants and a long-sleeved, blouse-like top.

“No fair!” said Luke. “I want the window!”

“You’re going to sleep, not riding an airplane.” said my mom.

“Alright, fine, you can have the window, but I get it tomorrow night.” I said. I got into bed on the side that was facing my parents’ bed, while Luke got in the other.

We said our goodnights, then I closed my eyes. I was beyond ready for a good rest after such a trying day.

Of course, that was far too much to ask.

“Poke. Poke. Poke.” whispered Luke, poking me in the arm. What the hell? Didn’t this kid ever get tired?

“Knock it off!” I hissed. I rolled over onto my side so my back was turned on him.

“Poke. Poke.” he said, poking my spine.

“Stop it, Puke!” I urged.

“Both of you be quiet!” commanded my dad.

We fell silent. Luke stopped talking, but he continued to poke me for a long while. I grit my teeth and ignored him until he finally fell asleep.

………..

The next day we grabbed some McDonalds breakfast and set out back on the road. I was feeling pretty horny. Something about travel always makes me feel that way, it was the same story when I traveled for Model UN. I’m not sure if it’s the vibration of the car or what.

The problem with this trip was there would be a complete lack of privacy. I’d be with my family pretty much the entire time. It looked like I was going to have to wait until we got to Carlsbad Caverns before I could go spelunking.

When we hit the road again, Luke was briefly entertained by a conversation with my mom about native Americans. When that had run its course, he started poking me again.

“Poke! Poke! Poke!”

It went on for about half an hour before I’d had all I could take. “God dammit, knock it off!” I shouted, whirling around to smack him. This sudden movement caused the unexpected to happen, however. A poke that was aimed for my upper arm… was now jabbing into my right tit. His fingertip easily sank into the soft, spongy flesh.

Luke pulled back, horrified. He could practically see the cooties swarming over his finger. I folded my arms over my chest as my cheeks turned red. “You little creep… Are you ever gonna leave me alone?!”

I expected a snarky response, or a redoubled poke attack, but got neither. Instead, the boy clammed up. He awkwardly pulled his game boy out of his backpack and turned it on. “S-sorry, I’ll stop…” he said, visibly shaken.

…………..

“…these mounds here, on the other hand, were used to mark the burial of significant villagers.” said the tour guide.

“Sort of like the pyramids.” said some guy.

“Yup, that’s right!” she chirpily replied. “This place was the site of a massive city, which would have been the size of London or Paris at the time! However, the entire metropolis was abandoned around 1300 AD, leaving few clues as to why, behind.”

“I didn’t know there was anything this ancient in the U.S.” I said. Despite my best efforts, I was actually interested in the mounds.

Perhaps it was due to the good mood I was in, thanks to the relaxing, brother-free car trip I’d just had. His accidental grope had apparently freaked Luke out, and he was giving me some much-welcome space.

“You haven’t met my mother-in-law!” said the guy who spoke earlier. Good one, dude.

My parents were considerate enough to let their teenager avoid being seen with them, and were in a different area of the tour group. Luke, who would ordinarily have been annoying me senseless, was instead hanging back with them. Apparently I had really rattled the poor kid. Oh well, I was definitely not complaining. In fact, I was hoping it would last the entire trip.

………..

Being pleasantly surprised by the Mounds, I found myself genuinely optimistic about the rest of the trip. Maybe this would all work out.

Things did get a little painful, though, when I actually worked up enough courage to try talking to a guy there. It was a disaster. Hoping to start an invigorating conversation about how lame the place was, he ended up staring at me as if I was speaking a foreign language. A few awkward ‘um’s and ‘uh’s in, I made my embarrassed retreat. At least I tried.

That night, Luke quietly allowed me to watch whatever I wanted on the TV. I was starting to get worried about him now.

“Hey.” I told him at bedtime, as I climbed into bed. “Don’t steal all the sheets this time, I was freezing when I woke up.”

He glanced up at me skittishly, then back down at the bed. “S-sorry.” he said in a flustered way, quickly getting in bed and pulling his share of the covers over him. He was laying on his side, back facing my side of the bed, and he was positioned as close to the edge as he possibly could.

‘Weirdo.’ I thought, closing my eyes.

……….

The next day in the car, he started to poke me again. I should have known it was too good to last.

It was the usual steady, unbroken stream of pokes. I tried all the usual escape methods: music, reading, pretending to sleep, astral projection. The effort kept me distracted until a poke connected with my left boob.

The finger dove into my soft breast like an arrow. He quickly retracted it as I yelped.

“Hey! Stay on your side!” I said testily.

I expected, and hoped, this boob touch would have the same effect it did yesterday. It didn’t. The poking resumed almost immediately.

It was then I noticed something different. Usually when Luke was bothering me, there was a playfulness to it, accompanied by an annoying, giddy grin. Now, his face was serious, lips pursed tight. His poking hands moved mechanically, with calculated precision.

My brother’s finger jabbed my tit again.

“Seriously! Knock it off!” I ordered. I was mad. His aim was horrible today. I picked my book back up and gave distracting myself another try. Two words in, another boob poke came.

A disturbing notion occurred to me. Was Luke, my little brother, touching my boobs… on purpose? There was no way… Although he was about at the age to start taking an interest in something like that.

A fourth boob poke lent credence to these suspicions. “Luke, don’t do that!” I snapped. “That’s messed up, stop it or I’ll-”

“Elizabeth!” shouted my dad. “What did I tell you about getting along with your brother?”

“But dad, he was touching my-”

“I don’t care if he was touching your stupid phone, play nice back there!”

I went quiet. I gave Luke an intimidating glare that I hoped would ward him off. It was an empty threat though, there was nothing I could really do to him. He called my bluff by poking one hooter, then the other in succession. He then gave my right one a firm honk.

“MOM! DAD!” I shakily yelled. Luke backed off. My dad angrily swerved into a rest stop we happened to be passing. He whirled around in his seat to face me.

“Elizabeth! He’s just a KID!” he roared. “Stop throwing tantrums like a child or you’re going to be so grounded when we get home! No friends, no-”

“Dad, I’m serious!” I said, a note of fear on my voice. “He was-”

“I’m serious too!” said my dad. “I don’t care what he was doing!”

“Mom, he grabbed-”

My mom’s voice was gentler. “Elizabeth, I agree with your father. Act maturely.”

“I don’t want to hear one peep from you for the rest of the trip!” growled my dad. “Understand?!”

I understood. Reluctantly, I fell quiet. I had no other choice.

My dad returned us to the road. As soon as we were back on the highway and the atmosphere in the car had calmed, the poking resumed. Now, it was entirely focused on my breasts. He poked more slowly compared to when he was just trying to be annoying; he had something to savor now. Occasionally he peppered in some slight pinches, some nudges, some gropes. His hands were shaky and clumsy, fondling the precious orbs (which no guy had ever touched before) with careless indiscretion. The thin cloth of my shirt and the bra underneath were my last line of defense against him, and what poor defense they were.

It was revolting, and also terrifying. I was being molested by this perverted child, and I couldn’t voice a note of dissent. I was silenced as surely as if I had a gag in my mouth. I felt raped, scandalized. Everywhere he touched, the sensation lingered painfully.

I decided to speak to him, quietly enough that my parents in the front couldn’t hear. Maybe if I reasoned with him, he’d get it.

“Luke, listen to me.” I whispered. “I know I’ve asked you to stop harassing me before, but this is different. This is serious, okay?”

He looked at my eyes. I had his attention. “What you’re doing is wrong, okay? This is a sexual act, I don’t know if you understand that or not. I’m your sister. You can’t touch me there anymore, alright?”

The boy reached forward and gave my boobs a squeeze. I groaned. He was a bratty kid. My speech went clean over his head, telling him it was bad just made him want to do it more.

I started trying to gently wrestle his arms away from me, without making a ruckus. It was futile. He was faster than I was and could easily get a fistful of tit off me whenever he felt like it. As much as I hated what he was doing to me, my body was responding. My breasts were beginning to simmer with arousal, feeling sensitive and raw. My nipples stiffened visibly.

‘Come on, STOP it.’ I thought forcefully at my body. ‘You don’t like it, it’s Luke!’ The boy pinched my stiff left nip, making me cry sharply before silencing myself.

“If mom and dad see you, you’re gonna be in big t-trouble.” I whispered, glancing up at the front seats. My mom’s eyes were surveying the tourist guidebook, while my dad was keenly watching the road. I mentally begged one of them to turn around, to glance over their shoulder just for a second, but of course, they didn’t. Why would they?

Well, that’s the first chapter! Let me know in the comments if you want more!

🔞 Candy.AI 🔥 AI Sex Chat - Roleplay, Erotic Stories, Try for Free 🕹️

Please, Rate This Story:

(average: 3.33 out of 49 votes)