Luke and Liz pt 6

As expected, our parents were too worried to be mad at us. We met up with them in the parking lot as the sun hung low in the sky. At first, they seemed to think we’d intentionally run away to goof off, but after we fed them a shocking tale of accidentally getting separated from the group, they were all hugs. Unfortunately, they also resolved to keep a closer eye on us. Uh oh…

There was a hotel nearby, and my parents decided that after such an eventful day it’d be better to spend the evening and night here rather than get back out on the road.

We checked into the room. It was a bit nicer than the other places we had stayed so far. The TV had more channels, there was a bathtub, and hey, there were THREE BEDS! One double and two singles! Luke and I wouldn’t have to share tonight! Amazingly, Luke seemed as pleased as I was. On a long family vacation, you’d be surprised how much having your own bed can mean to you.

My parents decided they were starving and that we should go out to eat. I told them I had to run to the bathroom real quick before we did. Inside, I locked the door tight, and retrieved the used condoms (note the plural) from my backpack.

They were heavy in my hand, squishy, packed with cum. I lifted the lid of the toilet. I was all prepared to flush them, but I hesitated. I couldn’t believe so much sperm had come out of such a small boy. I gave the condoms a squeeze. Their contents felt thick and potent. Looking at the two balloons, feeling the sheer volume of semen in my hand… it was starting to turn me on again.

I set one on the counter, and held the other up to look at it closer. The swirling, pearly mass inside was tinted the off-yellow of the rubber, but I could still see its subtle details.

This close to my face, I felt a sort of magnetic pull. What, I wondered, did it feel like? Before I knew it, I had pressed the condom to my cheek.

It felt very elastic, much like a water balloon, but its innards were thicker, spongier. I pressed it harder against me, kneading it gently. If this thing burst, it would be a huge mess. I should have stopped. But… m-maybe just a little… if I was careful…

I shivered as I rubbed it against the locks of my smooth, soft hair. What a mess THAT would be… My pussy started to dampen.

I then brought the condom to my mouth to give it a lick. I felt like I was in a dream, like my body was moving on autopilot and I was just an observer. I slid it between my lips and ran my teeth gently along its surface. I wondered what its contents tasted like…

I took the other condom into my other hand, then started rubbing the both of them against my breasts, through my hoodie. Softness met softness as my brother’s cum rolled across them.

“Ahnnn…” I quietly moaned. My breasts hadn’t gotten enough attention today, I realized. In the excitement of unknowingly discovering sex, Luke had forgotten about them. They were enjoying this though; sending grateful bursts of pleasure through me with each rough squeeze and prod.

Of course, my box couldn’t be ignored either. Leaving one hand on my breast, I lowered the other to my crotch. Standing with my legs a little further apart, I pushed one of the condoms against it.

“Hhaah!” I gasped. It felt amazing! I pushed harder, mashing it into my lips.

Wait, I was masturbating now? How the hell had this happened? But the feeling of the condoms, the knowledge of what was in there, it was so intoxicating! I couldn’t think of anything else to do with them that made sense!

The plastic stretched and squelched as I began to rub it against me, at first slow, then feverish. How much abuse could the condom take before it exploded? I had to… had to slow down… but I couldn’t…

“Luke’s cum… Luke’s cum…” I whispered over and over again. “Ah… ahhh…”

“Hurry up, Elizabeth! We’re ready to go!” called my mom.

I jumped. “Y-yeah! Be right there!” I stammered. I was back on earth. I looked down at the two bubbles in my hand. What, what had come over me? With shaking hands, I tossed the condoms into the toilet bowl, flushed them, and turned the light out as I left.

………..

We decided on a Mexican restaurant. It was really good. I had forgotten what food tasted like when it didn’t come out of a drive thru window.

That night I enjoyed a much-need bath. I felt disgusting, and I’m not talking about post-sex-with-your-brother guilt.

There was some of that, of course. But I was surprised by how little.

When I was done, though, I felt squeaky clean… not to mention, very relaxed. I hadn’t realized until I hit the suds just how tired I was. The day’s events had really worn me down. When the lights went out, I was more than ready for bed.

I picked the center bed. Luke was sleeping by the window, on one side of me, and our parents’ double bed was on the other.

I didn’t so much drift to sleep as plummet. Really konked out. I’m not sure how long I slept for, before the feeling of something bouncing off the back of my head woke me up.

It came from the direction of Luke’s bed. I glanced at the clock. It was 1:13 AM. My parents were breathing deeply. They were clearly sound asleep.

I rolled over and looked at him. We were by the highway tonight, so we could risk making a little noise. I waited for a car to pass before whispering “What?”

Another car passed when he replied. “I can’t sleep.”

“Who cares?”

He looked embarrassed. “My dick is hard again.”

“I repeat, who cares?”

“Let me use you to shoot my stuff.” he begged. “I’ll be quick and then you can go back to sleep.”

“Luke, mom and dad-”

“I’m not gonna put it in you!” he insisted, getting out of bed and lifting up my covers so he could climb in. “You won’t make a peep. I just want to rub it on you a little, that’s all.”

I tried to shove him away while making very little noise. It couldn’t be done. “Hey! Get out of here, Puke!” I hissed. “Don’t be stupid!”

But my newly cleaned pussy was already slickening in anticipation.

“Calm down.” he said. I felt his dick poke against my abdomen. I gasped. “Really fast, I swear.”

I hesitated, then sighed my surrender. I rolled over onto my other side, so I wasn’t facing him. “Don’t get my pajamas dirty.” I muttered.

“I’ll put one of these things on.” he said. He shuffled around a bit. Since the blanket was covering us from the neck down, I couldn’t see the thing he was talking about, but I could make an educated guess that it was a condom. It was a good thing those suckers were cheap; at least burning through three in one day was easy on my wallet if not my conscience.

I inhaled sharply as I felt the sticky surface of the condom pat against my pajama bottom, then again when he began to move his warm hardness against me, spooning with me. Not being able to see what was going on kept me in suspense. I wasn’t sure what to expect at any given time. So when a hand pleasurably clamped down on my breast, I couldn’t contain a squeal of shock.

A roar of a passing truck mercifully drowned it out. “No sudden stuff, Luke!” I hissed. “Go sl-”

A satiny moan bubbled up inside me and I slapped a hand over my mouth to keep from expelling it. I wouldn’t be able to talk anymore. I couldn’t risk throwing out an interjection and waking up my parents.

My parents. Facing this direction, I could clearly see them sleeping. I was keeping an eye on them, but I was also felt sad. They had no idea what their children were getting up to in the bed next to them. They didn’t raise me to be like this. They’d be so disappointed in me if they knew. They’d wonder what they did wrong, where along the line they screwed up.

The boy continued to hump against my clothed butt. His rapid movements shook my whole body, making my breasts bounce as he clutched them. The bedsprings weren’t squeaking, but we were still generating a bit of noise as our sheets rustled and our sweating bodies writhed beneath them. After a particularly loud movement, my dad snored loudly and rolled over in bed.

My eyes widened with shock. I risked opening my mouth. “Slower… mmm…” I warned.

“Sis.” he whispered. His thrusts stopped. I felt his hands slip under my waistband. “This is too much, I have to put it in.”

“No!” I hissed back. He couldn’t pull them off me. If I stood my ground, there was nothing he could do. “Not happening!”

He sighed. The hand left my waistband and roughly shoved into the front of my pajama bottoms. As he started fingering me, I let out a moan which the road noise only partially concealed. His digits worked quickly and explosively, rummaging through my box with animalistic frustration. I wriggled and writhed at his touch, a finger puppet moving to its master’s commands.

And then, he stopped. My mind was buzzing. I was panting hard, trembling, the crotch of my pajamas soaked. He couldn’t have been at it more than 60 seconds.

“Now can I put it in?” he asked what remained of me.

“Sure.” I replied.

Dazed, intoxicated on sexual joy, I lifted my hip up off the bed. I tucked my fingers into the waistband and slipped the pajama bottoms off my long legs. I pushed them aside and they became lost in the bedsheets.

“Hurry.” I added. Whether I said it because I wanted the ordeal to be over, or if I was presently in agony every second I didn’t have his cock inside me, I’ll let you decide.

This was the first time he’d done me from behind, so it took him a second to find my hole. As soon as he did, though, he rammed it into me.

I pushed my pillow over my face to catch the groan that burst forth. Oh god, it felt good to be filled by this thing again. Well, partially filled. Even though we’d just had sex a few hours ago, in this moment it felt like years.

He started to fuck me, his head spreading the walls of my tunnel over and over. My teenage pussy was clutching him tightly, as though begging him not to leave every time he pulled back.

Sex! Sex! Sex! Where had it been all my life? Every time he hammered into me, I felt the blows reverberate through my brain, weakening me to it, conditioning me to it. Each time, I both loved it more, and felt a greater hunger for the next one.

I was a tiny bit more used to sex now, I wasn’t having orgasms every three seconds. But I could feel the wonderful tremors of one rapidly approaching. I should have warned Luke to stop… but I didn’t want to. ‘It’ll work out, don’t worry so much’ my body assured me, cradling my broken and susceptible mind in its arms. I wouldn’t have been able to fit the words between the moans anyway.

It built and built, growing huge inside me. I weakly tried to hold it back, but it was useless.

“I’m close.” Luke muttered. “I’ll try and do it before you so you don’t wake up mom and-”

“AaaaaAAAH!” I screamed. Too late. My throe of passion sounded insanely loud in the still, dark hotel room. It cut through the silence like a dropped bomb. Through the waves of joy that were flooding me, I felt Luke instantly stop moving, horrified. My vision was tunneling and blurry from the pleasure, but through it I saw my dad jolt awake. He sat up in bed and looked around.

Oh no. Oh god. I closed my eyes tight and pretended to be asleep. It was all I could think to do. Luke couldn’t get away in time. He remained spooning me, his hard, throbbing cock still buried inside me. I knew he was pretending to be asleep too. We were fucked. We were so fucked.

…and I was turned on? To my horror, even in this moment of terrible danger, all I could think about was sex. Somehow, the situation only excited me further.

After a few moments of silence, I heard my dad get up and walk to the bathroom. The sink started running. My heart pounded. I tried to breathe like a normal sleeping person, but with my climax slow to fade, and with the adrenaline of terror and sexual excitement surging through me, it was impossible. Luke’s free arm subtly embraced me. He was scared.

It didn’t seem fair for my dad to interrupt us! We were just getting started! I wanted Luke to keep going, whether we were caught or not. I quietly, subtly, rocked my hips back against him to encourage him to start drilling me again.

“Sis, stop!” he hissed into my ear, sounding terrified. He shifted the arm that was embracing me, to hold my pelvis still.

A toilet flush was heard. The sink ran again. I heard footsteps and the click of the lightswitch as my dad left the bathroom.

I heard my mom sit up.

“Dear? What are you doing up?”

“I dunno. I think something WOKE me up.”

“What was it?”

“Who knows?” he asked sleepily, sitting down on the edge of his bed. He was only thinking about how far he’d have to drive tomorrow. That’s right, just go back to sleep. Don’t notice us. Don’t notice us.

There was silence for a second, before he said; “Hey, look at the kids.”

No. No. No…

My mom’s voice had a smile in it. “Aww. That’s cute.”

“We have sweet kids, don’t we?” asked my dad.

“Yeah, we do.”

I heard Luke sharply inhale next to my ear. I wondered why, but then I felt it. The tip of the condom was inflating inside me. He was cumming inside me right before our parents’ eyes!

“They’re monsters to each other all day but they’re so quiet when they’re sleeping.” my mom observed, laying down.

“I dunno, I think they’ve gotten closer on this trip, don’t you?” asked my dad.

My mom laughed. “In terms of proximity, possibly. You should get some rest, dear. You’ve got more driving in the morning.”

My dad yawned. “You’re right.”

They settled into bed. Before long, they were breathing deeply.

Neither Luke nor I said another word. I was myself again, guilt consuming me. What had I tried to do? I nearly made everything worse, because of my lust.

Trembling from our close call, he pulled out of me and went back to his own bed. I never did get back to sleep.

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