"Why? She sucks, right?"

When she talked her jaw moved just enough to be stimulating. "Because I’ll need to get her to level 100 in order to use the angel class."

"It caps at a hundred? That’s odd, most of your games cap at 99."

"Heh heh heh heh haaa.... whew, caps at a hundred, that’s good. No, this thing goes to level 9999."

Sam would have face faulted if there was any room. She turned her head up to look at me, grinding her head into my groin in a rather pleasant way. "You’re kidding. Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety nine? How long does that take?"

"I don’t know, most of my guys are at level forty. Oh, but that’s not the best part. You can take a high level character and start them at level one again, but keep almost all of their stats."

"Good lord, it’s the ultimate trap for OCD nerds, it would take forever to level all your guys up and get perfect stats! How high do you have to be to beat the game?"

"Not sure, but the final optional boss is level 6000 or something I think. And you can fight item gods that are level 9999, but they’re rare."

"Wow, this game is insane." She turned her head back toward the TV. That was the final straw. The sleeper had awakened; the lightning struck, and the monster came to life; my dick, which had been slowly waking up, surged with blood and poked into Sam’s cheek.

I froze, unable to see her face, but I could imagine the look of disgust that must be growing there.

"Huh?" Sam lifted her head up and looked at my crotch. And proceeded to start laughing.

Needless to say, this was one of the lower points of my life. Any time any female laughs at anything anywhere in the general vicinity of your groin for any reason, you feel like shit.

My dad called back from the front, "Hey, what’s so funny Sam?"

Oh dear Yahweh, Allah, Buddha, or what ever your true name is; I know I don’t believe in you, but if she doesn’t say anything about my hard on, I will seriously consider becoming Unitarian at the least.

"Nothing, just a funny bit from Jason’s game."

There’s Wednesday night sermons in Unitarianism right?

"Oh, okay. We’re not far from South Carolina!"

"Tell us when it’s coming up," I managed. This got a snicker from Sam.

She sat up and grabbed the remote, turning up the sound on the TV. She put a finger to my lips, then I watched her wide eyed as she slowly unzipped my jeans.

Sam whispered, "That felt pretty big, lets see how you measure up." With that, she stuck her hand in my fly and wrapped around my member through my boxers. Holy fucking shit it was nice, even through the fabric. She reached farther down and tried to cup my balls, though that didn’t work so well. It still felt incredible. Then as quick as she started, she had her arm back out and had me re-zipped. It took me a moment to realize it was over.

"What the hell was that?" I asked angrily in hushed tones.

"I wanted to know how big you were, so I checked. Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it," she whispered back.

"Of course I enjoyed it, but why’d you stop? You never hear of blue balls?"

"First of all, I’m not jacking off my brother, eww. And second, health class says blue balls is just a myth invented by guys to get their girlfriends to get them off."

I rolled my eyes, "Yes, most of it’s a lie, but when you get interrupted before ejaculating it’s uncomfortable to the point of mild pain. For me anyway. And it’s fine to grab your brother’s dick, but you can’t jack him off? Hypocrisy!"

Sam sighed and thought for a bit, then whispered, "Fine, I’ll do something that I give my boyfriend, but don’t get used to this. It’s a one time thing." She got up and sat on my lap, facing away from me, then grabbed my hands and stuck them up her shirt. Then she started grinding.

I was in heaven; I masturbated at least every other day, but this was so much better it hardly compared. I had tried to get girls before at school, but not much luck. For some reason girls seem to like to go with guys who are assholes, and I never had it in me to try imitating one.

But enough pondering, this was the best thing to happen to me since discovering video games. I worked my hands up and down her ribs, savoring the skin contact. She was really grinding her ass into my groin, I responded immediately, humping and grinding her back. It was sending sparks of pleasure through my body, and I hoped Samantha was enjoying it as well. I reached up and slid my hands under her bra. I had read enough online to know not just to focus on the nipple, so i started rubbing the undersides and tracing the areolae. This seemed to work for Sam, as she let out a whimper and bucked harder, shoving her hand down her pants. Knowing that she was playing with herself, and the small sounds she was making drove the eroticism of the situation way up for me, and I knew I was getting close. But a part of me knew that it was essential to get Sam to orgasm as well. I leaned down and started sucking on her neck, at the same time I started tweaking her nipples. Sam started breathing heavily, and we continued for a bit like that. Then I bit her neck, not to hard, but it might leave a mark for a few minutes. That was it for Sam, and she arched her back and trembled and made enough noise I was sure Dad would hear. Feeling that happen on top of me was enough for me too, and I jerked my hips up against Sam hard, and I could feel it start in my balls and travel through me, until I shot my load all over my boxers. I jerked a few more times, as secondary shots and pleasure went through me. Sam collapsed on top of me, and as much as I wanted to sit there with my hands on her breasts I knew I had stuff to do, quick. Taking my hands out of Sam’s shirt, I stood us up and lay her down, pulling her hand out. Apparently she was pretty out of it at the moment. I felt like I was going to crash too, so I needed to hurry. I grabbed some Oust® from the bathroom, and sprayed it liberally around the couch, then went in and tried to clean up my boxers. There was a lot, but the front of my jeans were dry, so it was okay.

I came back out and was startled by my Dad, "Jason, Sam, come up here and cross the state line with me!"

I wanted to take a nap, I’d been up till midnight, and we got up at five. Then our ‘exercise’ moments ago… I went to the front anyway.

"Quiet Dad, Mom and Sam are napping. I’ll cross the line with you."

"Sam’s asleep? Too bad. As for your mother, she’s got earplugs in. Here it comes!"

As we passed it we both mock shouted ‘Whoo!’ and did a high five. Dad looked really happy, I hadn’t done that with him in a few years. Of course I was happy for a different reason. I walked back to Sam, who was snoring real lightly. As much as we needed to talk, it would be a dick move to wake her up. I looked at the controller where it lay forgotten from where I had dropped it. I picked it up and saved, then shut it down and turned off the TV. I walked back to the bed room and lay on the bed. As sleep overtook me I had one last thought. Whatever happens here on in, I’ll definitely remember this summer.

To be continued…

sorry about that big paragraph near the bottom, I just realized how hard to read that must be.

I don't know when you should expect more, but it will get here.

Also, if anyone remembers the Dr. Who fic, that was mine, and I'm editing and writing more of it. I'll post it when it's ready.

>>11684

I for one enjoy paragraphs.

but no seriously holy shit this was awesome.

moar!

I encourage you to keep writing this story. And I totally remember the Dr. Who fic, I kinda liked it. Some of it wasn't really my bag, but the rest was nice.

Moar

This is amazing!

We had lunch in southern Georgia, at a TGIF. We got into Florida, and the scenery was finally interesting to look at every once in a while. Dad was driving again, and Sam was texting her friends. I was fooling around online, the camper came with a on the road internet hotspot thing, which was really cool. Everything was fine; then the other shoe I mentioned near the beginning finally dropped.

BAMM!

"What the hell was that?" called Dad. Sam and I had no idea, and Mom was just as startled, having been reading.

"I don't know, but I can smell smoke."

"Alright, hold on, I'm pulling us over."

Sam and I went to the front, and watched as Dad put on his blinkers and pulled over into the grass. It's nice that in flat states, you can pull over into a shoulder more than a lane wide, or even off of that if you want, sometimes. He shut off the engine and we got out of the RV to look around at it. Dad went to the front to look at the engine, while Sam checked the tires, and I went to the back. Mom stayed inside and scanned the manual in the glove box.

There was stuff on the back, but I wasn't a mechanic. Nothing was smoking, and it smelt a lot better outside than in. I went back inside, where it was starting to visibly get smokey.

"Mom get out of here, I'm going to check one or two things and then I'll be out too!"

"Okay, let me open the windows."

I had a hunch. After the bang, it had gotten quieter, although it was hard to realize it in the chaos. And now there was smoke gathering inside. I looked at the thermostat, and sure enough, there was a red light blinking away. I turned it off and went back outside.

"Are you sure all the tires are intact honey? It sounded like a blow out."

"Yes Dad, I checked them all. That loud of a blow out should have left a tire split open, and we would've felt it when we pulled over."

"Huh, some one's taking their learner's permit seriously," Mom joked.

"Actually, I figured it out," I said, sounding proud of myself.

"Oh, well go on then, don't leave us in suspense."

"It's the AC. Something fried. That's why the smoke was inside and not outside. There's a blinking light on the thermostat. I turned it off."

Dad brightened, "Good job! Let's let it air out, and I'll talk to the rental people."

We waited around outside. It was pretty cool for Florida, probably high 70's. This was because of the clouds, it looked like it would rain. It was Florida after all. We were next to a cattle pasture, and you could tell from the smell. There were some flowers I looked at, thistles I think. Spiny things with purple flowers, anyway. Sam tried to get the attention of at least one cow, so she could pet it.

Dad got his cell phone out, and brought his laptop outside to find a repair center on our route. After he got a hold of someone who could help him, it seemed like he got in a complicated discussion. Eventually after Mom poked her head in again after a few times, she declared the RV fit to sit in.

We went in while Dad wrangled with customer support. Unfortunately, along with the smoke, all our cool air left as well. It was less humid than outside, so it was still an improvement. The rest of the appliances worked, so I started playing some Disgaea again. Sam came up with a pillow from the bed, threw it on my lap, and lay down on me again. She split open her phone and started to text again, probably to complain about the AC.

I looked around, Mom was busy up front. "Isn't this how we got started the first time?"

Sam winked, "That's what the pillow's for. The sofa's only so big."

Now if I was in her place, I would have put my feet on my little brother and not send such mixed messages. Of course that's assuming I didn't decide to fuck him since he was so cute and obviously needed it. Or, you know, lay on the bed. I decided to take it as a peace offering at worst, encouragement at best.

A while later Dad walked in, annoyed. He called Mom back and had us sit around the table, pointing at his laptop. "That," he began, " is where we are. The line is, of course, our route. And here, near Miami, is the place they want us to go to get fixed."

"Well, that's not too bad, we're going on the interstate that passes right by there."

"Yes, it won't be out of the way, but it will be two days down the road from now. So if it gets hot, we'll be fairly miserable."

Sam spoke up, "Can't we just ride with the windows open?"

"Do you know how much gas this thing uses? Sorry, but that would kill our already crippled gas millage."

"Let me check the box," Mom said, "I think I read you can put it on fan only, if that part's not broke we can circulate the air at least."

"Great! Any reason that we can't get moving again? I want to get to St. Augustine and see some sites before we call it a day."

No one had any objections, so off we went minus the AC. About fifteen minutes later Mom had figured out how to turn just the fan on, so it wasn't terrible, especially since it was overcast.

We got to St. Augustine by three, and got out to see 'all of the history' that the place was filled with. I have to admit, it was fairly interesting. I won't bore you with everything that went on, just know that a bit before five o'clock, as we were walking our way back to the RV, it started pouring. Oh, it had sprinkled a bit before, that was the deciding factor to heading back. But now, within a minute it felt like I had jumped in a pool. We were all running pell mell back to get inside, but by the time we did we were all drenched.

My parents decided that since they could share the shower, they should go first. Interesting logic from a parent, but I was too cold to put up a fight. They gave us towels and had us put our wet clothes in the bathroom.

So Sam and I were sitting in our underwear, cold, wet, and in her case, shivering. I realized the fan was still on and turned it off, improving the situation greatly, but it still wasn't good. I remembered how we left the windows open partly to keep it cool. It did the job too well. Closing them, I turned to Sam who was still huddled shaking.

"Did that help?"

"Yes, some. Come here."

I sat down next to her, and she got up and sat on me again, tucking her legs upto her chest and getting me to wrap my arms around her chest. At any other time this would have been really sexy, but we were both miserable. She had our towels wrapped around us both to keep in our body heat. It was... nice, if you ignored the shivering cold aspect.

It had been a bit, but the shower was still going. If there wasn't hot water left I was going to toss them outside and lock the door. I was warm now, but Sam was still shivering occasionally. I felt bad for Sam, she doesn't like the cold much, which sucks living in North Carolina, though it's better than the mid west. She should've gotten in the shower first.

I started rubbing up and down her sides, trying to warm her up. It worked some, she uncoiled a bit so I could reach better. I kept going up and down her stomach and on her sides, her back was already pressed back against my chest. I guess I felt good enough to get horny again, or else my boxers were shrinking.

"*mmmm*... Jason..."

"Yes?"

"We shouldn't *ah* be doing this... *hahh*."

"Get up then. You're mostly warm. Get up and I'll stop, even if you sit back down again."

She sucked in a mouth of air, "Screw it, whatever. Go ahead."

That was all the permission I needed, and brought my hands up to her breasts. Her bra was soaked of course, and I teased her through the wet fabric. She started bucking and making small noises. After a bit of that, I reached under her bra to grope her wonderful orbs. I thought maybe I could go for her panties, and decided to try for it. I doubled my effort on her left tit while I slid my hand down and rubbed above her panty line. It was obvious what I wanted, and when she made no objection, I tunneled my hand down and felt a slit for the first time. She was wet, which goes without saying, but it wasn't all rain water. I rubbed my palm up and down her opening, and was about to slip a finger in when I heard the shower door slam closed.

I automatically removed my hands, making sure that the towels still covered us while Sam tried to recover. Another half minute went by when Dad opened the door with a towel around his waist and started, "Hey, I'm out of the shower, but your mom's still in. Um, what are you two doing?"

I used my not inconsiderable annoyance I felt towards Dad at the moment and answered, "We have to huddle to share body heat just to keep Sam from becoming a freeze pop. Or did you forget how much she hates the cold? She should've gone in first, maybe with Mom."

Dad looked sheepish, "Sorry Sam, you can get in now I guess, are you ok?"

Sam shivered (although it was more after effects from earlier) and said simply, "Cold."

"Alright honey, go on in and warm up."

Sam got up and walked quickly into the bath room, taking her towel wrapped up around her. Dad looked back at me and chuckled, "You're sending a distress signal up the flag pole there."

I decided to take the 'embarrassed but it's only natural' path rather than denying the obvious. "Dad! What the hell? Sam was sitting on me and I know she's my sister, but you would too if you were in my situation, and-"

"Calm down, I was just poking fun, I was once 15 too, you know."

"What was it like having the Flintstones as neighbors?"

"Hah, good one." Dad turned back to go into the bedroom, but I stopped him.

"Why did it take so long? If I run out of hot water, I'm going to be pissed."

"Well, um, we were dirty?"

I groaned, "You were having shower sex while Sam was out here suffering weren't you?"

He sighed, "Yeah, don't tell Sam, alright? We'll make it up to her."

"Go get dressed, we can get on the road while I'm washing. How far is our spot at? We'll need plenty of water after this."

"It's not too far, and we're not going to run out of water, we turned it off during our fun."

"Get out of here, go on. Jeez..."

In case you were wondering why I was so cavalier about my parents having sex, this wasn't the first time Sam or I caught them. You wouldn't know to look at them, but they had lucked into having healthy appetites, if you know what I mean. It had gotten to the point where it was a family joke, as both of us had walked in on them in places other than the bedroom.

We were fairly open about stuff, and if you wanted to walk around the house on the weekend in your underwear, that was cool, as long as you came to meals dressed. Still, our parents were a bit liberal, not rednecks, I highly doubted they'd approve of what was going on.

To be continued...

I'm going to try something interesting. I'm going to write some of the same events (from getting soaked onward) from the POV of Sam.

Wish me luck.

>>11701
So far so good. I'm liking it!

damn, this is awesome. I can't wait for it to be continued.

I ran into the RV, frozen to the core. I hate the cold, which isn't a useful trait to have when you live in North Carolina, but one of my aunts is worse than me, and lives in Wisconsin. The RV was a bit warmer, and it wasn't raining on me now, but I was still so cold. I took off my soaked clothes as I ran into the bath room, but Dad had already got in with Mom. Ugh, I wanted to punch something. I grabbed two towels and brought them back to the main compartment. I saw Jason staring at me. I must be a sight with my white bra and panties.

"Throw your soaked things in the bathroom before you catch hypothermia. Our parents decided to steal the shower first."

Jason rolled his eyes and nodded stripping off down to his boxers and tossing his shirt and pants through the door, into the bathroom.

I sat down and bundled up as I watched him turn off the fan. That was so much better, but there was still a draft. He stood still a second before going around and closing the windows, which we had left partly open. He turned to me and asked, "Is that better?"

"Yes, some. Come here."

He sat down on the sofa next to me, and I got up. I knew I was tempting fate doing this, but I was so cold, and if it was just Mom in the shower, I'd have been in there in a second. But chances were that our parents were getting it on. They couldn't help themselves sometimes, and I wasn't going in until Dad was out. In the meantime, I needed to get warm, even if it meant giving my brother some jollies.

So I sat on him, just like before, except I tucked up as tight as I could and tucked our towels around us. It would have been really nice if we weren't so cold.

We sat like that for a while, I tried to meditate, something I've tried occasionally with mixed success. It seemed like Mom and Dad were taking forever, and I was pretty sure they were fooling around. Then Jason started rubbing me. I can't say I didn't expect something like this, but it felt good, I didn't really feel like stopping him. I let him warm me up, and he acted gentlemanly at least, until I could feel his erection poking into me.

I was getting aroused despite the cool temperature, and frankly, I was a lot warmer than before. When I actually started to moan, I knew I needed to put a stop to this.

"*mmmm*... Jason..."

He kept rubbing, and breathed into my ear before whispering, "Yes?"

"We shouldn't *ah* be doing this... *hahh*." His caresses were sending tingly pulses down my spine into my pussy. If he kept it up, I wouldn't be in a state to say no.

"Get up then. You're mostly warm. Get up and I'll stop, even if you sit back down again." He punctuated this by licking my ear, I was lost. I wasn't getting up for even a moment.

"Screw it, whatever. Go ahead." I knew things were going to get more serious now, but honestly couldn't care less as long as he kept doing that. He didn't, he went for my breasts. He didn't go straight under my bra as I would've expected, but teased me from outside.

It was glorious torture. I wasn't sure wether to hurt him or kiss him. I reacted by writhing around, I kept in control enough not to knock off our towels. By this time, parts of me were quite warm, traveling to hotter climates on an express train to 'O' town.

He finally stopped torturing me and dug his hands under my bra. I wanted him to take it off, but it was too risky, and I doubt he knew how. His hands felt like they were all over, tweaking my nipples, caressing the sides and underneath, gently squeezing. The tingly pulses were stronger and faster, and were coming in waves, that would crash into my pussy. I was making noise, but the shower was still going, though it sounded like they had turned down the water pressure. I was sure they were to busy to hear me.

Then Jason lowered his right hand down to my panty line, stepping up his efforts on my other breast, as if I wouldn't notice. I needed to cum, and we needed to finish before our parents did. I didn't say anything, and waited for him to continue. He wasn't stupid, and went ahead, burrowing down to my pussy, rubbing it.

He slowed down for a few seconds and I was conscious for the first time that this was the farthest he'd ever gone with a girl. I had known that before, but it never really was in the forefront of my mind. It made me feel odd, knowing that I was the one he was having these firsts with. Then he went back to work, pushing all that out of my mind.

The shower door slammed; mentally I raged, "Fucking hell, I'm so close, couldn't they have waited a bit longer?"

It wasn't to be though, Jason had heard it too, and wishked his hands away, adjusting my bra back, though not well. I had to try to come down quickly in case a parental unit came out. I was still shaking a bit, and not from being cold, when Dad appeared in the doorway. "Hey, I'm out of the shower, but your mom's still in. Um, what are you two doing?"

I tried to look blasé, but I was nervous, I wasn't that good at lying under pressure. Thankfully Jason came to the rescue. He sounded almost half as pissed as I felt, "We have to huddle to share body heat just to keep Sam from becoming a freeze pop. Or did you forget how much she hates the cold? She should've gone in first, maybe with Mom." I made a pained face and shivered again, hoping I wasn't laying it on to thick.

Dad looked sheepish, "Sorry Sam, you can get in now I guess, are you okay?"

I looked at him a bit peeved, knowing that Jason and I were most likely not the only ones fooling around, and that Mom and Dad got to finish. "Cold."

"Alright honey, go on in and warm up."

I stood up, keeping a towel wrapped around me, and hurried into the bathroom. Mom was in the shower still, though the water was just barely coming out. The steam was wonderful, even after the exercise I just had. Mom turned and saw me, "Hey hon, come on in, I'm just making the best of this steam."

The shower wasn't large, but it was spacey for an RV bathroom, and we both managed to fit inside without issue. I turned up the pressure and felt the hot water splash against my skin. It was almost as good as Jason's caresses, in a totally different way of course. I moaned and rubbed my body, turning around under the faucet.

"I think we should talk," Mom said suddenly.

"Sure, what about?" I was bit nervous, nothing good ever came from a sentence like that, however, I knew Mom didn't know anything to bad, she wasn't calm when she was mad.

"Christopher, your ex boyfriend."

"How did you learn? I've told almost no one, and I know Ashley wouldn't say!"

Mom sighed, and put her arm around my shoulder, turning the water back down a bit. "You Never came out and said it, but your Facebook page changed a few months ago, and then you changed your status from 'going steady' to available."

"You read my Facebook?"

"And Jason's. I figure anything you don't mind strangers knowing, you better not mind your parents knowing. I also tracked your Myspace pages too, back when they were popular. Keep this in mind when you get a job, there's plenty of stories about people getting fired over their social site pages."

"But, but, parents aren't supposed to be able to do that! It's old person rules, you aren't allowed to understand trendy technology!"

"I'm going to let that one go. Now, I've waited 2 months for you to talk to me about it, but you haven't, and you're still mopey sometimes. What happened with Chris?"

"Mom! It's personal!"

"Of course it is, tell me anyway."

"Fine! He wanted me to give him oral sex and I didn't want to. So he left."

"Oh honey, I'm sorry. But I'm proud of you. If he was like that, he wasn't good enough for you anyway."

"But he was a good guy! He payed for dates, was never rude or a jerk. I've seen how some of my friends get treated by their guys. He wasn't even mad or anything when I wouldn't do it, he just said that we weren't going to work if his needs weren't met, and that he wasn't going to cheat on me to meet them. And he left! But I really liked Chris. He was funny and cute and we got on real well. And despite having 'needs', he hasn't gotten with any other girl according to the gossip."

Mom just hugged me and listened. "Well, he does sound better than most, but something's odd about him. Are you certain he's not gay?"

"Nearly as certain as can be. If he discovered he was gay, he had an odd way of trying to break up with me, what if I had said yes?"

"Fair enough. Are you okay though? You haven't tried to get anyone else, have you?"

"No, for a long time I've been trying to decide if I should try to get him back. He said if I changed my mind..."

Mom sighed, "As much as I dislike the idea of my little girl going down on some guy at the age of 16, I remember what it was like. And everyone grows up so fast these days. But you do realize that if you agree, he'll want sex next, and I'm not having you lose your virginity yet."

"He won't, when we talked about it, he told me he understood I didn't want to have sex, and that it was fine. He said he wouldn't rush me, and when ever I was ready was fine, even a few years from now."

"That's great, assuming he was telling the truth. And even if he was, he might get impatient."

"I know. And that's part of why I haven't tried to get him back yet. I was thinking about doing it this summer, if we didn't go on our trip..."

"Why would you think it would be any different this year?"

"Wishful thinking?"

The RV started up, and after a few moments it got moving.

"Ha, just make sure you aren't using that when thinking about Chris. I'm going to let you be, don't take too long, Jason still needs a turn."

"Don't take to long like with you and Dad, you mean."

"Um, yeah, sorry." Mom exited, and grabbed a towel before going into the bedroom.

I turned up the water again, even though I was thawed out. I had a lot on my mind, and the water helped relax me. What I really needed was to masturbate, but the mood sucked, and Jason still needed his turn under the water. I briefly imagined him sharing the shower with me, but quickly banished the thought. I turned off the water, and slid my hands along my body, knocking off the beads of water. Grabbing a towel, I wrapped it around me so I wouldn't need to hold on, then draped another over my shoulders. I went into the bedroom and grabbed my clothes, nodding thanks to Mom, then went out to the main area.

Jason was there, playing that game. Dad was obviously the one driving us through the rain that was still playing a tattoo on the top of our coach. I had a mischievous idea, knowing that Dad wouldn't be looking back.

"Jason!" As soon as he looked up, I flashed him a tit for a second. We both grinned and I motioned towards the shower.

"Thanks, but I hardly need one after this long," he said.

"I stopped early so you could have a turn, use it or I'll be annoyed."

"Well we wouldn't want that, now would we?"

His smile got bigger, and he pulled down his underwear and gyrated his hips so his cock twirled around. I was surprised by how small it was, knowing how big it could get. He wrapped himself in the towel and walked by me, carrying his boxers into the bathroom.

I changed, and lay down after grabbing my book. I knew that the couch pulled out to make a bed, and that Jason and I were supposed to share it. It would prove to be an interesting night, I thought, as I turned to the page I left off at and began to read.

To be continued...

well, I updated 3 times in as many days. It was fun, but I need some time to fool around. So while this DEFINITELY WILL BE CONTINUED, I'm going to slow down a bit.

RV trip clocks in at 8300 words in four or five days of writing. And while I read some authors who could put out triple that in half the time, I'm a bit tired now.

Meanwhile on the Dr. Who front, I've written 16,000 new words over the last month or so, bringing the total to around 26,000. I'm still not sure when I'll post it, I think after I finish the current arc.

Nicely done... the pace is nice as smooth, and I loved how you switched POV's to Sam.

The change of POV worked pretty well here IMO, but I wouldn't do it too often.

Still, I enjoyed it!

This is awesome! Seriously, I think this might be my favorite story on /elit/

I'm glad people are enjoying it. As I'm pretty new to writing, it's amazing how nice it is to have others compliment your work.

I was contemplating switching POV every other chapter, but decided not to. I'm going back to Jason and keeping it there for the foreseeable future.
I might do it again after the first time they have actual intercourse, so we can explore Samantha's feelings about it, but that's at least a few entries away.

>>11712

>He payed for dates
>payed

Paid.

So how often can we expect updates? I'm kind've addicted to this story at the moment!

As am I! Moar please sir!

Well, I have bad news. I take Ritalin for ADD, and I ran out. This would be fine since I have a prescription for more, except every pharmacy in 20 miles is out of Ritalin Slow Release, because there is a backorder or something. I haven't bothered calling any more, as I figure the distribution channel will be the same for everyone in the county, if not the state.

That means that my little break that I told you about is going to be lengthened by an unknown period of time. I'll try and write, but I don't know what the quality will be like, or if I'll be able to adequately focus.

I promise this story will be continued, it just may take a bit. Worst case scenario, I have to wean off Ritalin and use caffeine pills instead. That would mean I'm a zombie for 1-2 weeks.

Sorry about this, but I thought I ought to let you know, I hate it when internet authors vanish for a month or a year without saying anything.

reading it over, I just realized I skipped a chunk of it, oh well, it wasn't vital, and there was no sex, so whatever.

Okay! Hope you get some soon!
Good luck!

I thought I should mention that too is different than to. I hate to be the grammar police, but it broke up what was an otherwise well written story. I'm really enjoying it so far. Please continue the good work.

Hey, Thanks for the heads up.

That's kinda nice.

The PoV was really good. I am enjoying the story, and the.. sexy parts. Best of luck with the whole pill deal, I feel your pain there. Take your time with the story and keep up the good work. :D

I like this. Please continue, can't wait. POV change was really cool, you did a really good job of it.

Hey man, I keep dropping my story 'cause of my own personal problems.. though my problems are usually too much drugs or too much pain, so I totally understand.

Take your time. One thing I've learned is that people here are willing to wait, as long as its not an obscene amount of time.

Hope you get your stuff soon!

You know, I think that the RV comes with some rules that as a family, we tend to ignore. Not all of them, some are really important. Like how to fill the natural gas tank for the water heater. But you aren't supposed to be using the shower while the RV is moving, as I found out that day. Don't worry, we didn't get into an accident, but I did end up with a bruised knee. Since it had been raining so much, road conditions were less than stellar. I never found out the cause, but Dad stopped harder than I expected. This in turn sent me into the wall while I was showering, earning me a bruise.

Mom heard the thump and ran back to make sure I was all right, thankfully I had decided not to masturbate in the shower, so while Mom walked in on me naked and wet, she didn't get a show. After I assured her I was fine, I decided to wrap up my shower, lest I get further damaged. I scraped the water off my body and ran the towel around a bit before going into the bedroom for my clothes. I came back to the main room dressed, in time to see the sun beginning to set. Not that you could see it through the clouds that well.

I had gotten tired with Disgaea for the time being, so I woke my laptop up and browsed superdickery for a while. Sam sat next to me, and we were looking at each other a lot more often than normal. She was reading a book, looked like one of the Shannara set. I had tried reading them, they were okay, but not that great. Sam enjoyed them though. Superdickery hadn't updated, no surprise there, so I looked at a few of my favourites before moving on.

Sam put her bookmark in and set her book down. "Jason, about tonight..."

I turned to look at her, she seemed serious and a bit troubled. "Hold on." I turned on some music, not too loud, but we wouldn't be legible unless our parents were purposefully trying to listen in on us for some reason. "Yeah? Hey, are you all right?"

"Yeah, I think so. Look, every year they make us share the fold out couch, and I doubt this year will be different. We both know tonight we're both going to be horny after our post rain activities, and I've mostly come to terms with 'us'. However, I need to set a few ground rules." She lowered her voice just in case. "We are not having sex. We can do other stuff, but your dick isn't going in my pussy, period. Please don't even try, I'll get really annoyed, okay?"

This was better than I had expected really, even after the boob flash before my shower. I remembered our conversation earlier that day.

:::Flashback:::

It felt like it was a few hours later when I woke up. I was a bit fuzzy until I remembered what had happened. My mind came online quite quickly after that. I got up off the bed and walked to the front, passing Sam still asleep on the couch. I discovered Mom was driving while Dad napped in the passenger seat.

Mom turned down the radio and asked, "How late did you stay up honey? You and Sam have been out since South Carolina according to your dad. Are you hungry? We're going to stop at noon and get something to eat. Until then, munch on some carrots or chips or whatever."

"That sounds good, I could use a bite. I was up till midnight, anxiety I guess. Jeez, it's already 11:20? We *were* out for a bit. When did you take over?"

"A bit after ten, if you switch frequently, it isn't as tiring."

I went back and heard Mom turn the radio back up a bit. I figured Sam and I needed to talk, and that she had gotten enough sleep. Not wanting to be overheard, I took out my laptop, and opened Itunes. Pointing the laptop towards the front, I started my favorite playlist. Between my music and Mom's, Sam and I could talk at a normal level.

I leaned over nudged her shoulder a bit. "Sam wake up." She was always a deep sleeper, so I knew it would take more. I took her hand and squeezed it, shaking her arm back and forth a bit. "Sam!"

"What? I was sleeping," she said groggily.

"I know, but it's nearly 11:30 and we need to talk."

"Fine, what do we have to talk abo-" She stopped, sat up and looked at me. "Oh."

I smiled, "Yeah, you said that a few times."

"Shut up Jason!" She looked to the front nervously, then back to me. "Look, that was fun, and we both had a good time, but we're not doing that regularly, okay? Now lets forget about it."

"So only on special occasions then? Sam, this is serious, I need to know we're still good. God, maybe I need to hand in my manly man card, but we need to communicate here." Of course I was just trying to get the possibility of another ride to be mentioned, but I did want to be good with my sister.

Sam paused and seemed to calm down. "Fine, I'm okay with you. What we did, while it was my fault, is going to take a while for me to figure out. Is there anything else?"

"Why did you, um, grab me? If we talk about it, maybe you'll figure it out faster."

"That's.... complicated. I'm not sure exactly why, but I guess it has to do with Chris."

"Your boyfriend."

"Ex-boyfriend. He broke up with me three months ago. He's not a jerk, but he wanted to go farther than I did. So when we couldn't come to an agreement, he left. We're still sort of friends, but..."

"Wow, you didn't tell any of us you broke up."

"I would've had to make something up to tell Mom and Dad, they didn't know it was that serious in the first place. I think Mom knows something is up though."

"Alright, so what does that have to do with measuring my dick?"

Sam blushed a bit, and looked away. "I'm not sure. You know, I've read that most of the stuff we do is random, and that we rationalize it after we take the action? It was a spur of the moment thing. I've been thinking about Chris, and I thought that this summer, if we didn't go RVing the whole time, I could get Chris back and give him the stupid blow job. He understood I didn't want to go all the way, but I was scared to give him oral.
"So all of that is going on in the back of my head, and I was also wondering how big he is comparatively. I've seen porn, they're huge, but I know that's not normal. I thought he was pretty large when I gave him a hand job once, one of the reasons I was hesitant to give him head, but I needed a baseline.
"So there I am laying in the RV when my brothers cock pokes me in the cheek. After I got over the initial shock, I was like, 'This is an opportunity not to be missed', and here we are."

"... … Wow. Okay. So I guess you never thought to Google 'average dick length', huh?"

Sam face-palmed pretty hard. "No, I didn't. Do you know?"

"Yes, every guy looks it up sometime. Average American dick at full erection is approximately six inches. I forget the radius, but that's important to. I'm a bit under six, but I might still grow a bit yet. And in case you're curious, women's vaginas are on average six inches deep. So it works out pretty well."

"Chris is a little longer than you, but you're more girthy."

"Here's a protip, never tell a guy you've had bigger."

"Sorry."

"You know, if he's still unattached after the summer, you could still get him back. You just need some practice to get your confidence up."

"Jason, do you think I'm stupid? This is just a ploy to get me to sex you."

"It's not *just* a ploy to get you to sex me up. It's a mutual thing. We both have fun, and you get confidence. We might as well enjoy ourselves until we get to Key West."

"...No. It was nice, but I'm not doing that with my brother."

"Alright, I'll drop it, but think about it."

"Thanks Jason. But I'm just going to try to forget about it."

"Fine. You want some munchies?"

"Sure, get some carrots and dip."

:::End Flashback:::

"Alright, that's fine Sam. I knew you didn't want to and I'm not going to push you. But there's other stuff we can do that will probably be just as fun."

"I know, and I'm open to exploring, but that brings me to my other rule, don't mess with my anus; seriously, eww. One way orifice."

"I think that's a fine rule, and add my anus to it as well. As said by Questionable Content, 'No poo-poo on the pee-pee.' "

Sam stifled a snort, and looked at my laptop, "Whatcha doin'?"

"Fooling around online, the usual. You every been to Superdickery.com? And no, it's not porn."

"Nope, what is it?"

"It's easier if I just showed you."

We spent the rest of the ride looking at old superhero comic covers and laughing our asses off. It was fun, but around 9 we got to our RV camp, and everyone had to help plug the various lines, cables and hoses in. If you've never used an RV, there's a lot to it. It's basically a home that can go 60 mph. So, when you're not driving, you need to take on supplies and unload others. Fresh water, electricity, diesel fuel, all needed to get in tanks. And almost as importantly, we needed to get rid of gray and black water. Gray water is what goes down a sink or shower. Black water is what goes down the toilet. They're held in different tanks, but usually get purged through the same hose. So a really important tip - dump the black water and then the gray water, otherwise your hose will really stink.

And now you know, and knowing is half the fight, or something. I never watched GI Joe, I was too young. I do know that it stands for general issue Joe, not general infantry, as most people assume.

So we had microwaved fish fillets and broccoli, easy and tasty if seasoned right, then we basically went to bed, as we had another long day ahead. This was our first day, and it seemed to have gone on for a week or so. It probably had to do with having my first and second sexual experience on the same day.

As expected, our parents got out sheets and pillows for us and told us we were to use the fold out. Although they did say we were going to have to do something different next year, as we were getting to old to share. If they only knew. They left us alone, and we could hear Comedy Central coming from their TV. I turned on some music from my laptop. I don't actually have any James Brown-esque love music, something I made a mental note to fix, so I turned on Pandora to 70's music, a little more nuetral than my usual heavy or alternative rock. I didn't actually chose love music in case Mom or Dad got curious.

We had already done our nightly rituals, and Sam and I were laying on the bed in our underwear looking at each other.

"So," I began.

"So," she replied.

"You know, this was a lot less nerve wracking when we weren't expecting it."

"Yeah, you want to just get under the covers and see what happens?"

"How about we get naked first, then we 69?"

"I'm still not sure about oral, I'll try it, but not tonight, okay?"

"Alright, how about you give me a handjob, then I give you oral?"

"You'd do that?"

"Sure, why not? I want plenty of practice so I can surprise my future girlfriends. Why, did Chris not want to?"

"He said he would try if I reciprocated, but most girls say that guys won't want too."

"Huh, I don't know about that. But I will."

"Alright then."

"Fine." Since I was already in just my boxers, I got up and pulled them down without ceremony. Personally, if I could do it again, I would have done a comical strip tease with all my clothes, to lighten the mood. But alas, that didn't happen. I did do some muscle poses and pelvic thrusts, which got a laugh out of Sam. She reached behind her and undid the clasp, but didn't let the bra fall. She held it there with a smirk, torturing me. Finally she dropped the bra, letting me get my first good look at a pair of breasts in person. They were beautiful, the nipples pointy from excitement, and I think Sam could tell my opinion from my face, because she blushed and looked down.

"Um... could you bend over when you take of your panties? Like this?" I demonstrated for her.

Sam rolled her eyes, smiled and nodded. She grabbed the top of her panties, and pulled them down by bending over at the waist, so her breasts pointed straight down from gravity. I couldn't see her pussy, as it was covered by her torso, and she paused at the bottom for a few seconds before stepping out of the underwear. Then slowly she stood up, revealing herself to me at last.

This wasn't the first time we had seen each other naked of course. Like most siblings, we had been bathed together, and as we got older the whole family occasionally showered together in the master bathroom. But there was a big difference between seeing your sister naked at six, and naked at sixteen.

I stared I'm sure, and I realized that Sam was staring at my dick as it hardened. She wasn't clean shaven, but was obviously trimmed. Not into a shape or anything silly. I could tell because I trimmed myself; not for a girl's sake, I hadn't expected any, but for a better masturbatory experience. I picked up my boxers using peripheral vision, and put them under the pillow so I'd know where they were if I needed to put them on in a hurry. Sam noticed, and followed suit half dazedly. I moved across the room and dragged one of my suitcases out of an enclosure, then dug into the bottom.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting this," I replied holding up a tube of Astroglide, and an old pump lotion bottle now full of water.

"Is that... how'd you get that?"

"It was pretty easy, saved 5 bucks, went to the store with Mom. While she was picking out some meat I snuck off and bought it through the self checkout lane. I came back to Mom with some ice cream and the gel in my pocket, and she didn't expect a thing."

"You're pretty sneaky, aren't you, Jason? You use it to masturbate?"

"Yeah, it's a lot better than spit or hand lotion, if it dries up a bit, just add another few drops of water."

I walked over to her and pulled out her hand, then opened the Astroglide and squirted a bit out, onto her hand. She closed her hand and rubbed the gel around, feeling the texture. I held up the ex-lotion bottle and pumped a small bit of water into her hand, increasing the lubrication factor by quite a bit. I sat down on the edge of the bed and looked up at her.

"Okay, I guess I'll start then."

She nealt on the floor and grasped my cock with her hand, rubbing it up and down to get it all wet. Then she pulled down on my scrotum with her left hand, pulling the bit of extra foreskin I had taut. She had a firm grip on my penis in her right hand and went to work on it. It was quite unlike masturbating, despite the similarities. Having someone else do it was amazing, and the rhythm and pattern were totally alien to my own. I had grown so accustomed to the same movements, effective as they were, that her treatment had me cumming in an embarrassingly quick time. I gave only a moan as warning, and expelled a strong blast. It didn't hit her face in that tired old cliche, just went a few inches into the air, then dribbled over her hand and arm.

Sam got up and rinsed her arm off in the sink. "Please warn me next time, I'd like to know in advance when you'll cum."

"Sorry, it was rather sudden for me too. Lay down and let me catch my breath, then I'll start."

Sam lay down, hanging her legs off the edge of the bed. I suspected that girls watched porn too, and the way she automatically made it easy for me was proof of that in my eyes. I knelt down and really looked at her labia. Hers were sort of boring, which in my books was awesome, having seen some pretty nasty pics of them. I'd almost call it pretty.

"Um, I only have a general notion of what to do, so if you have any tips, please tell me so I can improve."

"I'm sure you'll do just fine, Jason. But I'll tell you if you do something wrong."

I stretched my left arm up to her breast, where I would leave it to play for the next while. With my right hand I stretched her pussy wide open, and gave it a long lick from the bottom up to her clit. Sam made a small noise of agreement as I pondered the taste. I can't describe it well, and I've read that most women are different, though I can tell you that she didn't have a hint of fruit or chocolate or any poetic bull like that. Still, it wasn't bad, just different, and I imagined that I'd come to like it quite a bit once I started corresponding the taste with receiving orgasms.

I had a sudden thought, and stood up.

"You're not changing your mind, are you Jason?"

"No! Just wanted to try something first."

I leaned over Samantha and brought my mouth down on her breast to suck on the nipple there. Surprised at the change, Sam let out some more squeaks. I tried taking as much into my mouth as I could, but that seemed to be more erotic to me than Sam, so I returned my attention back to the nipple. After a while, I very gently bit on it and teased it with my teeth, then switched breasts and started over, still using my hand to fondle the breast unoccupied by my mouth. Sam was being quite appreciative, not quite writhing in ecstasy, but moving around a great deal, and alternating between squeaks and moans. It was both cute and erotic.

I dropped back down to her pussy and thrust my tongue as hard as I could into her. Sam gasped and bucked her hips, grabbing her breasts and squeezing. I started furiously rubbing back and forth over her clit with my fingers, and driving my tongue in and out of her. I did that for about 30 seconds then switched posts, sucking on her clit while fingering her. That did it, her legs were crushing my head, and she was biting her lip, letting out a loud moan. I prayed it wasn't loud enough for our parents to hear. She gradually released my head from her legs, still panting, and I stood up.

"How was it?" I asked with a smirk. I felt pretty proud of myself, everyone talked about it like it was supposed to be hard.

"That was great Jason. If you're going to do that regularly, it'll definitely be worth learning to go down on you!"

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, but we're going to have to make sure you aren't so loud at the end."

"Was I that loud?"

"Well-

Suddenly Mom cried, "OH, JOHN- YES!"

Then we barely heard Dad say, "Hush, the kids will hear you!"

... … …

"... Obviously you get it from Mom. Don't worry, you weren't <i>that</i> loud."

There was a pause, and then we both started laughing.

I heard Dad say muffledly, "Great, they heard us."

I started laughing even harder as Sam called out over the music, "We love you guys!"

I shouted at them, "Shouldn't you get some sleep? You both have plenty of driving to do tomorrow!"
"Listen honey, I think the peanut gallery is trying to tell us something," Dad called back.

"Really? What is it, so you think?" Mom sounded winded, not surprising.

"I think they're telling us we should take them to lots of museums tomorrow."

That sobered us up. "You're joking right? No museums loom in our itinerary tomorrow?"

"Keep laughing it up at your parents and see!"

"Fine!"

I pulled out my boxers and put them back on, and watched Sam do the same. I wanted to sleep naked next to her, but our parents may wake us up, so best to be clothed. That didn't mean we couldn't be together though. However we woke up could be attributed to rolling there during sleep. I grabbed the can of oust and sprayed it around, I hoped that I would be using it often. Then I joined Sam under the covers. She was on her side facing away from me, just inviting me to spoon her. I did so, and wrapped my arm around her.

"This is nice," she said.

"Yeah."

"I wouldn't mind going to sleep like this all the time."

"Someday we'll find girl/boyfriends and be able to do it every night."

"Yeah, that'll be cool."

"Yep."

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight."


To be continued...

So I return, and with me I bring story. I wrote the flashback as the beginning of the second part, but forgot to post it. I noticed I made some mistakes near the end, I blame them on my lack of medication. I'm better, but still not back to normal.

Hopefully the quality is not below my normal standard, although I can tell you it takes me a lot longer to write now. I can't focus for very long. My thoughts go like this:

His hard rod stuffed her limber quim, .... is that a dead pixel? Did I fill the dog's water bowl? Man I'm hungry, some taco bell sounds tasty. What was I doing? Oh yes, limber quim, damnit what was I going to say?

Obviously this slows down the creative process.

Have fun reading! Don't know when I'll post more!

I can't believe you actually referenced Questionable Content. I suppose you'll be quoting the Laws of Sexual Dynamics next. *lol* For the anons that don't know this webcomic, go read it, it's very good.

Also, love the banter between the kids and parents. I sympathize with the scatterbrain thoughts; it affects my writing too. Keep plugging away, though, this is great!

This is absolutely fantastic so far, Stone.

Waiting intently for the rest.

Glad my drugless fueled delirium didn't affect my writing too much!

Public service announcement, don't take 600 mg of caffeine at once, even if you do feel really tired. It'll fuck your shit up.
I'm taking caffeine to tide me over until I detox from ritalin, and decided to take 3 max strength nodoze. I've taken 2 before and been just fine. But 3 is obviously too much.
Anyway, I've never had the flu, but I felt as bad as people describe it as. So totally worthless most of today.

Good news though, am calling doctor tomorrow and asking for different prescription. Should be back to "normal" within a week, fingers crossed.

Oi, great piece of elit, here. You've piqued my interests. I shall be back, indubitably.

Oh, and More will always be appreciated when you have the time.

OP, I tip my hat to you, sir. This is probably my favorite story on /elit/ so far. I can't wait for the next chapter!

I'm really looking forward to the next chapter on this! Thanks for writing!

I absolutely adore this story thus far, and I promise you, if you disappear and stop writing, I will hunt you down and hold you captive till you finish it.

I've got good news and bad news. My pills are back! YAY! I took my pills again thursday and have a 1.5-2 month supply.
On the other hand, I'm running out of inspiration. I have another sex scene written out, so I figure I can write to the end of day 2.
After that, I might have to to take a long break and think about it.
This is probably because I have no story mapping or plan. I just said, "Hey, I should write about 2 siblings on an RV trip!" and started writing, figuring it out as I went along. That's really not how it's supposed to go. But I find myself having interesting ideas without knowing where I want to take them.
They say write about what you know, and this is inspired by the summer RV trip I took with my Mom and her insane 2nd husband when I was 15 or 16. We were driving around in Utah, and I would at least once a day, masturbate on the couch less than 10 feet from both of them. Ah, good times, at least when he wasn't threatening to beat me, or making me cry... he and I don't talk much now.
Sorry this last story entry's so short.

Liking it so far! I've no complaints about the quality. You're doing fine!

Wish I could write while on meds, then again mine make me high as hell, so..

Hopefully you can keep it up; we're loving it!

Really, really good story!

>>11963

I'm really liking what you've got so far. I like the POV switching, and I suggest you do more of it. It's a cool way to develop both of the main characters without having to draw out the story unnecessarily. Or, looking at it from another perspective, it allows you to get twice the mileage out of your scenarios without losing our interest. I strongly suggest you write the contents of the last post from Sam's perspective as well. It would be hot to read what she's thinking when she goes down on Jason for the first time.

Some notes to help you come up with ideas:

-St. Augustine has a very pleasant beach. The type that might tempt young people to swim naked after the sun goes down and nobody can see.

-Most people who go near the Orlando area on vacation spend a day at Universal Studios or one of the other amusement parks in the area. If you use a theme park setting with Jason and Sam messing around, it goes along with the risk-taking, "We might get caught." theme that you established with them getting naughty less than ten feet from their parents.

>>11996
this anon speaks big heaps truth, make much sense. I will be deleting my last post and uploading it again edited to take this into account.

>>11996
My girlfriend has blown me twice (separate occasions) in the 50's diner at Universal. Back booth, just have her lie down and if anyone comes near, she's dizzy from the heat. It's great.

Please don't stop!

Okay, I deleted my previous story post and added this, It's the edited old post with new Sam POV content. Next they're going to the beach.

By the way, since I don't know what semen tastes like, and I'm for realism, I can't believe I did it, but I tasted my spunk after I wanked last night. That's really my opinion on the matter. I guess some guys are going to be different of course.

How many authors can say they're that dedicated?

I woke up with the sensation that I was moving. As my mental faculties aroused themselves, I remembered that we were all on an RV, so it would not be that odd to be moving. I sat up on my arms and looked around bleary eyed. The only person I could see was Sam, laying next to me. We had separated during the night, which was probably a good thing, and were now on opposite sides of the bed. Since she was facing me I leaned down and started kissing her.

She didn't respond for a bit, but then opened her eyes and started returning my ministrations. She stopped pretty quickly and said, "Good morning bro, I'm going to have to teach you how to kiss properly."

"That should be fun," I said, stating the obvious.

She continued in a louder voice, "What time is it anyway?"

"It's 9:30, and way past time for you two to be up!" Dad shouted, making Sam jump.

"Jeez, don't startle us like that Dad!"

"So what's for breakfast?" I asked, thinking with my stomache.

"You'll have to reheat eggs and sausage. There's muffins you can toast and either butter or jelly in the fridge," called Mom.

"Awesome, what are we doing today? There aren't really any museums, right?"

"One, but it's in a few days, and you'll like it. It's the World Erotic Art Museum. They claim to be the largest erotic art collection in North America. Although I think the Kinsey institute has more. Maybe they don't count, since they only let the academic types view it for studies."

"Wait, we're all going to go to a porn exhibition? You're kidding."

"Not at all. You're both old enough now, we think, to handle it. Just don't act stupid when we get inside, right?" Mom reminded.

Dad added, "As for today, we're going to hang out at Daytona beach most of it, then take I-4 to Orlando and visit the happiest place on earth tomorrow!

If I put some thought into it, I know I ought to be able to make a 'happiest place' crack, but I'm too hungry. "C'mon Sam, let's get some food."

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After we ate, Sam went back to reading, and I did too, a Naruto fanfic I had recently found. It was pretty good. Unlike the previous overcast day, today was bright and hot. Even with the fan on it was probably 80˚ F, and both Sam and I only bothered putting on t-shirts.

Mom had just gotten back to the front after using the bathroom when Sam saved her place in the book and set it aside. She went off to the kitchen for a moment, I wasn't really paying much attention until she knelt in front of me and yanked down my boxers. Startled, I jumped and kicked her knee. I folded my laptop down in time to see her grab my dick, lean down, and lick it.

I was lost in the moment, so I can only imagine the giant goofy smile I must have had on my face as my sister started to cautiously lick my cock. Satisfied that it didn't taste repulsive, she started to be a bit more enthusiastic. Finally she took my head into her mouth and started to slowly bob up and down. I literally can't explain the feeling. Either you've had your cock sucked, or not.

I briefly pondered if this was better because she was my sister. I decided that it probably was, but only to a minor extent. I wasn't that kinky, and although the forbidden danger of it was exciting, I would have that same danger getting head from any girl 7 feet from my parents. Then Sam went down farther and swept all of that away. I felt it building up, the pressure in my balls, another few bobs and I'd come. As much as I wanted to let her finish me, I knew she'd be annoyed. I poked her arm a few times, barely able to do that through the pleasure. She wasn't stupid, and knew what I was trying to signal. She sucked on me on the upstroke, and started jerking me off.

I came within seconds, sending a spurt into the air. Once again it landed mostly on her arm, and she wiped it up with a tissue that she must have grabbed earlier. She wiped up my penis and then pulled my boxers back up. Then she got up sat next to me and said, "Now let's see if you can learn to kiss."

I hesitated momentarily, thinking about where her mouth had just been, but decided that was rather hypocritical of me. I leaned forward and met her lips. I let her lead, mimicking her actions as well as I could. We opened our mouths and started exploring each others mouths. She sucked on my tongue, it was awesome. We continued for what seemed like hours, though it was more likely 10 minutes or so. We parted a final time and smiled, a bit dazededly at one another.

"What brought that about?" I asked after I started up some music.

"I've decided to get Chris back. And I decided that I like mutually beneficial situations."

"Not as much as I do right now. Um, you want me to return the favor?"

"Not now, it's almost lunch time. Maybe after lunch or tonight. That was for such a good job last night." She winked.

"Deal."

Samantha's POV

I awoke to two different unusual sensations, that of moving, and that of getting kissed poorly. My mind was a bit foggy, but I returned it figuring, 'why not?'. I opened my eyes and saw Jason. I freaked for a moment but recovered before he noticed anything. I guess I'm still not used to being a couple with my brother. I stopped our kisses, pulling back, and said quietly, "Good morning bro, I'm going to have to teach you how to kiss properly."

"That should be fun," he said. He was still sleepy, otherwise he wouldn't have said something so stupid. I hope.

I continued in a normal voice now that I wasn't discussing making out with my brother. "What time is it anyway?"

"It's 9:30, and way past time for you two to be up!" Dad shouted, surprising me enough that I jumped a bit.

"Jeez, don't startle us like that Dad!" I complained, embarrassed.

"So what's for breakfast?" That came from my lovable brother, the human stomach.

Mom answered this time, "You'll have to reheat eggs and sausage. There's muffins you can toast and either butter or jelly in the fridge."

"Awesome, what are we doing today? There aren't really any museums, right?"

"One, but it's in a few days, and you'll like it. It's the World Erotic Art Museum. They claim to be the largest erotic art collection in North America. Although I think the Kinsey institute has more. Maybe they don't count, since they only let the academic types view it for studies."

"Wait, we're all going to go to a porn exhibition? You're kidding," I shouted forward.

"Not at all. You're both old enough now, we think, to handle it. Just don't act stupid when we get inside, right?" Mom reminded.

Dad added, "As for today, we're going to hang out at Daytona beach most of it, then take I-4 to Orlando and visit the happiest place on earth tomorrow!

My brother paused and made his thinking face. If I knew him, he was trying to think of a joke about happiest place in the world. If I remember right, Gabriel Iglesias says it's an IHOPs.

"C'mon Sam, let's get some food."

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Breakfast was yummy, but uninteresting. Jason and I look at each other a lot more often now. I guess it's cause we share a secret now. I thought back to last night every few minutes. I had masturbated before, and it was nice, I'd even had some pleasant orgasms. But last night, good lord, last night was incredible! It was changing the way I thought about sex. The girls at school were in different camps about it. There were the virgins, like me, who didn't really know what to think. There were some girls who loved sex just as much as their boyfriends. Then there were the girls who told us that sex was just something you did to keep your guy.

I had guessed that there must be more to it than that, or humans wouldn't have lasted as long as they did. I figured it would be nice, but I had no idea it could feel like last night. If I knew what it could have felt like, I'd have been masturbating a lot more often, tried different ways, anything to get that again. Even when I made out with Chris, and the one boy before him I had never felt so excited, in any meaning of the word. And the orgasm, oh, that was unbelievable! If that happened every time during sex, I don't know how people had time for other stuff.

That morning I realized a few things. One, I wanted Chris back, we got on well together, and if a blow job was all it took, then it would be cheap at twice the price. Two, sex stuff was fun, and although I didn't want to be a slut, I intended to learn all about it, with my brother for the time being. Finally, before we went back, I was giving my virginity to Jason. It was the least I could do to repay him for changing my world view like that. And I realized I honestly wanted to screw him, even if I hadn't owed him.

Of course it's all good and well to decide that, but I was still nervous. I needed little steps before I did something like that. I realized that the first step for all three of my points was giving my brother a blowjob.

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We had been reading a while. Jason had one of those fanfics of his, and I was reading ANTRAX, which always made me think of anthrax, but was a good book.It was hot today without AC and Jason and I were in underwear and t-shirts. I was trying to get up my courage to blow my brother, but kept chickening out. When Mom came out of the bathroom though, I knew this would be the best time.

Forcing myself to stand up, I walked over and grabbed a tissue, then walked slowly back. I made up my mind and knelt in front of Jason, and yanked down his boxers. It was his turn to be surprised today, and he kicked me in the knee. I was more amused than hurt though, I grabbed his cock and licked it before I could chicken out.

It didn't taste disgusting, I'm not sure why I thought it might. In theory it shouldn't be different than any part of the body, and I'd tasted Jason's neck, and gave Chris hickeys in a few places. It did smell slightly, not bad, just... there. I figured it would be hypocritical of me to stop because of that. I knew my pussy had a smell from the few times I'd masturbated with my fingers. He was getting hard rapidly, I licked it again and looked up at Jason. He had a dorky look on his face as I continued to lick at his cock. He was obviously enjoying his surprise. I had his sack in my hand, and turned my head sideways, licking it upwards with my lips wrapped around it. When I got to the top, I turned my head and lowered it down on his dick engulfing him. Not very far I suppose, but a few inches. He was rock hard and had a distant look in his eye. I was bobbing up and down his cock, just like all the porn I've seen, except not nearly as deep. Frankly, Jason wan't long enough to go as deep as the pornstars were going, but I wouldn't have wanted him to be.

I was getting tired of that thoughtful look on his face, the only hought he should be having is how lucky he is to have his big sister blowing him. I dipped another inch lower on my next bob, and he snapped back to reality, and gained that dorky look again. Then his eyelids lowered and he started poking me in the arm. I could feel his scrotum tighten and knew what was up. I did a last bob, and sucked on my way up. I grabbed his dick and was only able to get two strokes in before he came over my arm and hand. I took the tissue and cleaned up the mess, and when he wasn't looking for a moment, I licked my hand, to taste a bit I had left there, I was curious about the taste, but Jason didn't need to know. It was bland. There was a slight hint of salt, but almost no taste. There was plenty of texture, I found I couldn't describe it well, but it put me in mind of very cheap caviar, after you popped the eggs.

Anyway, I pulled up his boxers, sat next him and said quietly, "Now let's see if you can learn to kiss."

He paused a second, then leaned forward to have our lips meet. Since he didn't know what he was doing, I led the way, going from basic stuff and moving on from there. He caught on fairly well, and although he needed more experience, it was fun. Tony was my first boyfriend, and neither of us knew what we were doing when we tried to make out, it was fun in a way, but Chris taught me a lot when we dated. I sucked on Jason's tongue just like Chris did in our first session. It looked like Jason enjoyed it as much as I did too. We continued for ten to fifteen minutes before I broke off. Jason was a bit dazed, and I can't say I wasn't effected as well.

He woke his computer, and I was a bit annoyed at him brushing me off, until he started the music that he used to cover our conversations.

"What brought that about?"

I wondered how much to tell him. He had single handily changed my out look on how was going to interact with Chris, and any future boyfriends I had. I settled for some, but not all of it. "I've decided to get Chris back. And I decided that I like mutually beneficial situations."

"Not as much as I do right now. Um, you want me to return the favor?" he asked, somewhat hopefully.

I wanted him to. Oh, I wanted him to so much, but it was close to lunch, and that meant a greater chance of being caught. "Not now, it's almost lunch time. Maybe after lunch or tonight. That was for such a good job last night." I winked at him.

"Deal."

>>12011

well...thats dedication

>>12011
Can't say I approve, or would do the same, but whatever doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.

>>12015
leukemia didn't make me stronger. . . .

Here's another suggestion you could probably use to go with >11996

Perhaps they could use the new area to where they're unrecognized to pass as a young couple, just for thrills. Or, maybe, in Sam's "teaching" Jason, they could go on a mock date while their parents are off doing whatever.

Just a thought. Still loving this story.

Off topic, went to grab a soda half way through this post. On my way back, I bashed my broken thumb on a door so hard I couldn't even yell a cuss storm.

>>12011

How many people haven't tasted there spunk?

How about some more Disgaea?

>>12064

what are you gay?

>>12082

It's your own sperm. That's like saying I don't know what earwax tastes like.

>>12082

Or better yet, am I gay for beating my dick? If I beat my own dick I'll beat another guys dick? Is that your logic with sperm? Seriously....

I really like this story, looking forward to reading more.

Great story, can't wait for more.

I like what was suggested in >>11996 and >>12022. This story definitely lends itself to risk taking, and I definitely would like to see more of that. It also opens up many interesting paths for the story to take.

>>12088 Okay, I can see a guy tasting his own sperm for one reason or another, like Stonebrow, or even out of sheer curiosity, but did you seriously taste earwax? On purpose? Was it part of a dare?

Oh and, I don't know why this stuck out to me, but I really liked how you used different seperators for Sam and Jason.

>>12129

This is going really offtopic but.. People generally know what common shit taste like. Every person on Earth has earwax how weird could it possibly be to know the taste. Most things taste like their smell, earwax being in this category. Don't try to tell me you don't know what earwax taste like, who are you fooling?

>>12064

I've tasted it before. Really doesn't taste like a lot. Really bland.

Shut up about tasting bodily secretions and wait for the next chapter.

Waiting patiently

Still waiting

We Want More :D

>>12163

haha whats the weirdest you've ever tasted Bot?

and we are still waiting with anticipation for the next adventure. hopefully they get a little more adventurous?

An a/c outlet.

Joining the masses and demanding moar.

>>12221
thats right bitches
Rin! wants more (feel better rin!)
so we should get more
cause then maybe he will write more
and i will have more of my two favorite stories!

>>12235
So if -I- write more, Stonebrow writes more?

brb finishing chapter

sage for more

Sorry I've been away so long. I don't really have an excuse. I'm just lazy and have a shitty work ethic. Basically, I felt like reading and playing games, I didn't feel like writing.

BUT! Today I felt like writing, and finished most of a chapter. So, Wednesday, Thursday at the latest, you can expect content. Hurrah! You might not like the way it turned, or you might really like it. Either way, it won't change anything in the long run, so don't worry.

No need to feel bad. If you try writing when you just don't feel like it, it'll show. So even though I love updates on this story, no need to force yourself. Can't wait, though.

>>12286

wait.......

are the parents DTF?! *SPOILER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*

The RV stopped near the beach, in an area designated for RV's and buses. We got out and stretched, smelling the sea air. All along the street across from the beach were touristy stores and bars and restaurants. We went into a bar and grill named The Brass Monkey, and got led to an outside table pretty quickly. It was hot, but there were fans and we were in the shade. We looked over the menu after ordering our drinks (a Sam Adams for Dad, diet Pepsi for Mom, orange soda for Sam, and Mountain Dew for me), and Mom found what she wanted pretty quickly.

"Oh, they have a shrimp and chicken cobb salad with wasabi sauce, that sounds great! Any one else know what they're getting?"

"We just opened the menus hon, not all of us order the first thing that sounds good," Dad ribbed her, good naturedly.

"I'll probably get the reuben, I've yet to be disappointed choosing that," I said.

"You're boring Jason, we're on the coast, get some fish. I think I'm getting the blackened grouper po' boy," Sam declared.
Dad complained, "Grouper's a bit pricey Sweety, couldn't you get the catfish?"

"So is your beer, but we're on vacation. Eating pricey things is part of that, Dad. Everything on the menu is sageed up because this is a tourist area, you're the one who taught us this stuff. If you don't want to spend money, don't vacation! Unless you want to drink water for every meal..."

Dad knew she had him, and backed off. He's not a miser, he just tries to save money in weird places and ways. And he usually comes back to reality pretty quick. Thankfully Mom buys the groceries and stuff, although they cooperate on big decisions. He returned to the menu and looked through it.

Within a few minutes our waiter came with our drinks, and we placed our orders, Dad deciding on a small steak, and I capitulated to Sam and got a catfish sandwich. We talked about this and that, speculating on how long the repair on the AC would take, the distance between our planned sights, stuff like that. We had worn our bathing suits underneath our clothes and Mom had sunscreen in her purse. After we talked for a bit, we went to the bathroom in pairs, putting on sunscreen. It was important to put it on a while before you go in the sun, and none of us had much of a tan, being from North Carolina. We were all done before the food came back, and talked some more.

"I'm getting right in the water, straight away," I said excitedly.

Sam had other priorities. "I'll get in at some point, but I'll be mostly reading and working on my tan. Salt water stings my eyes to much anyway."

"That's what goggles are for, sis! Don't you want to find some shells?"

"This is Daytona Beach, there's so many people there every day, I doubt I can find anything good."

"Well I'm bird watching," Dad said, emphasizing the binoculars around his neck.

Mom groaned, "I bet you will be, but for some reason I doubt the birds you want to watch have wings."

Dad smiled, "You know I only have eyes for you. And I brought a bottle of wine to share, and a second pair for you. I bet you could find some young studs to look at."

"Well, as long as I have my own pair..."

Yeah, my parents aren't normal. They're mostly joking though, Sam and I both know what their plan is. Wine and reading under an umbrella, relaxing in the heat, then Mom will climb in Dad's lap and they'll curl up and take a nap. If they feel energetic, they might go down and splash in the ocean a bit.

Our food arrived, and we agreed it was pretty good; not spectacular, but nothing to complain about. But enough about the restaurant, it wasn't that interesting.

We went back to the RV to grab some things, folding chairs and a duffel bag full of stuff and towels mostly. Oh, and a cooler full of drinks. Then we marched out to find a good spot to pitch our site at. The beach was pretty busy, but after some searching we found a spot to claim our own. Dad went off to rent one of those humongous umbrellas, while we set up the chairs and the beach towels. Mom told me to wait until Dad came back before running off, so I paced back and forth. Dad finally came back with an umbrella and I helped him get it stuck in the ground. Now that there was some shade, we all took off our street clothes and I ran off towards the water.

It was sort of odd, but there weren't many kids of my and Sam's age. Plenty of college kids, and lots of younger kids. Maybe it was just this part of the beach. I snapped my goggles on and raced into the water, getting a shock as it was still pretty cold. It made sense, seeing as October is hurricane season. The ocean is always a few months late when it comes to temperature. Still, it wasn't to bad, and I got over it.

I walked into the water until it was up to my neck, then dunked my head under. The water wasn't that clear unfortunately. I could see the bottom though, and started looking for anything interesting in the sand. I had perfected a method of digging up things with my feet, picking it up with my toes and passing it to my hands that worked well. Never do that sort of thing in a foreign country unless you know the local fauna. Going into the water around Australia for example is like playing Russian roulette as it is, you don't need to pick up a cone snail and get harpooned with the most complex toxin in the world to help. But I knew the water in Florida was safe as long as you did the 'sting ray shuffle'.

It wasn't that long before I had found a bottle, four rocks, a large piece of coral, a dead starfish, and my prize find, a live conch! It was fairly small, only 4 inches long, but pretty tricky. It almost got me with it's bladed foot before I held it the right way. I rushed back to the shore to show anyone who cared, I knew Sam and Dad would like to see it. It could stand to be out of the water for a bit, so I ran up the shore to our area and grabbed a plastic bucket out of the duffel bag.

"What's that Jason?"

"Found a conch Dad! I'll show it too you as soon as I get some water for it!"

I rushed back down and filled the bucket and dropped the snail in. I walked back more sedately and was greeted by my inquisitive family.

"Yeah, I was digging stuff up and found this conch. Here, look." I picked it up out of the bucket, making sure to hold it right. it quickly started kicking out with it's foot, trying to slice me with the organic blade on it's edge.

"Isn't that dangerous honey?" Mom asked.

"Nah, not if I hold it right. Hay, wanna look up conch recipes? We could fry up some fritters or something!"

"As cool as it is, you should put it back in a bit," said Dad. "We don't know if that's a conch or some other type of snail, and even if it is edible I don't want to cook it."

"Can I hold it?" Sam asked. She's pretty cool for a girl sometimes.

"Sure, just hold it like I am so you don't get sliced."

She grabbed it betwixt thumb and forefinger, next to mine. I let go and she turned it upside down to look at it better. It was still kicking blindly, trying to get away from whatever predator that had plucked it from the water.

"Cool, show us anything else that you find, okay?" She dropped it into the bucket.

"Sure. I planned to anyway."

I walked back to the water shivering a bit, the wind was chilly when you were wet, even in this much sun. I sat on the water line looking in the bucket, I wanted to see the snail come out, and if I left it alone, it would uncurl in a bit.

"Whatchya doin'?" I looked up as I didn't recognize the voice. There was a boy with a shovel and goggles standing in front of me, looking at the bucket. He was maybe ten, could be twelve, I was never good at telling ages.

"I'm looking at a big sea snail, want to see?"

"Sure!"

I picked it up again and held it out towards him. "Cool, huh?"

"Neat! Can I hold it?"

"Umm... sorry, but I don't want to get you hurt. See that thing it's kicking around with? It's sharp, like a knife. If you hold it wrong, it could slice up your hand."

"Really? Awesome! Oh well. Hey, you want to build a sand castle with me?"

I was rather amused with his attitude, I'm more of an introvert than an extrovert. Just walking up to some random kid three to five years older than me and asking him to play with me would never have crossed my mind when I was his age. I doubt I'd do it now.

"Sure, why not? Let me put this snail back, then I'll help you."

I looked around and found a spot of water where no one was, and gave the snail a toss. Hopefully it would be back to normal in few hours and would forget all about it's abduction.

"Okay, where to? What's your name any way? I'm Jason."

"This way Jason, my name's Brad. My sister said I should get someone to help us build the sand castle."

He led me over a ways, walking along the shore line. He pointed to a spot and my eyebrows rose, his sister looked around my age, and was easy on the eyes too. He ran up to her shouting, "Hey Becca! I found someone to help! His name is Jason."

Becca sighed, then said, "Good job, now we can start! Hey Jason, I'm Rebbecca, and unfortunately I said I'd help make a sand castle if he could rope some other poor sap into it too." She didn't seem too upset about it though, and she was smiling at me, so I assumed she wasn't that annoyed.

"Heh, sorry. If I knew I was dooming a pretty girl to toil in the dirt I'd have said no." 'Where did that come from?' I wondered.

Rebbecca smiled a bit wider and said, "Alright, what shape do you want it in Brad? A fort, or a fairy tale castle, or maybe a pyramid?"

"A fort, that way the crabs can't get in!"

I failed to hold in a snort of amusement, though he didn't notice. I dumped the water in my bucket on the sand and started to form walls. "All right, we'll want four walls in a square, let's say three feet apart. On each corner we'll put a watch tower, and in the middle of one wall we'll make a draw bridge."

I admit I kind of got carried away, and the three of us had fun building the fort. Brad had lots of silly ideas, and for the most part we let him have his way. It was a bit ugly, but you could definitely tell it was a fort. When it was all but done Becca said, "Hey Brad, I'm going to go in the water with Jason. When you're done here, go back to Mom and Dad okay?"

"Sure Sis, no problem!"

"Come on Jason, let's get wet."

My recent experiences with my sister must be obscuring my observations. That sounded entirely too much like a come on. I followed her into the water until it was shoulder deep, bobbing up and down in the waves. You learn how to ride the waves pretty fast, or you end up coughing up a lot of sea water.

"Where is it?" she mumbled to herself. "Ah, here it is! Stand right here."

Curios, I walked over to where she was standing. "What is it?"

"You'll feel it with your toes, come closer! Right here."

I walked right up to her, toes searching for something. "I don't feel anyth-"

She leaned forward and attacked my mouth with hers, shoving her hand down my swimsuit. I was frozen for a moment from the shock, but started returning it in a few seconds. She was as good a kisser as Sam, and I tried to keep up as she played with my cock. A wave came and we both kicked off the bottom together, following the sine pattern of the wave without breaking our kiss. I brought my hands up and under her top, fondling her breasts, then took my right hand and put it under her bathing suit bottom, starting to finger her. She broke away from the kiss.

"Good, you know what you're doing, this isn't the best place to train a newb."

"Not that I'm not flattered Becca, but why?"

"It's summer break, you're supposed to do wild and crazy stuff! Don't question it, just go with the flow."

With that she attacked my mouth again, and pulled down my suit aways so she could stroke my cock better. It was difficult for me to get hard in the chilly ocean, I wasn't sure I could do it. But I kept kissing her and pistoning my fingers in and out of her pussy. Another big wave came, and we didn't time our launches right, breaking us apart for a few seconds.

"Lets get closer to the shore, nobody can tell what we're doing."

"Sure."

We let the waves push us a few yards in, so the water was just covering Becca's breasts. Being out in front of all of these people without any of them knowing what was happening was an erotic thrill. I finally got hard. Noticing the change, Becca took off her bottom and put it around her arm. "About time, come on Jason, stick it in me already."

I was taken aback. "Wait, what?"

"You a virgin? It's okay, you can even come in me, I'm safe, should start my period any day now."

I didn't move for a bit, thinking. I felt sort of tied to Sam despite her being my sister. On the other hand, she had said we weren't going to have sex. I made up my mind and positioned my penis in front of her vagina.

"Here, let me help," she said. She took my cock in her hand and guided it right where it needed to be, then her other hand, on my butt, hauled me closer.

My dick was in a pussy for the first time. It was everything it was supposed to be physically. Emotionally I felt a bit disapointed, I mean now I'm a man right? But I didn't feel any different, other than my cock was getting squeezed and oh god that felt good. Screw introspection, I had a tight pussy to bang. And bang it I did, thrusting in and out, holding her against me. It was bizarre doing it in water, because all our movements were slowed down. My scrotum was cold, and I'm sure it must have felt odd for her on my out strokes. I tried to keep a rhythm, but between my inexperience and the water it was tough. Our tongues still took turns in each other's mouth as I plowed my cock into her again and again. Her pussy was tight and warm, and it clung to my cock so I had to work to get it in or out, despite the plentiful lubrication. The dichotomy of the boiling heat and the icy coolness on my cock was so weird, but pleasant.

"Yeah, fuck me! That's it, harder! Mmhmm," Becca said, being louder than I'd have liked, but no one could hear it over the waves and seagulls. I just kept screwing her, riding the high, wishing I could stay like this for the rest of the day. Becca took one hand from behind my back and started to stimulate her clit as much as she could. It didn't take too much of that to push her over. "Ahhh A-" I cut her off, swallowing her cries with my mouth. She was stiff, and her pussy was squeezing me in pulses. It was too much for me, and with one last shove I emptied myself into her, somewhere in the back of my mind hoping that she really was safe. I didn't have to much semen saved up, but my balls tightened and I shot several times without any coming out except for the first time. They still felt incredible, and this was easily my best orgasm ever. It must have been pretty good for Becca too, because we fell onto each other limply.

"So that was your first time? Congratulations. Not many people do it in public or under water their first time. Lucky!"

"Thanks. That was incredible! Do you ambush all the boys who help you with sandcastles, or was it a special occasion?"

"Like I said, summer break is a time to explore and be wild. I was looking for a cute guy and you landed in my lap. You're a bit young for me normally, but I'm glad this happened."

"Not as much as I am."

We stood there holding each other, bobbing up and down, enjoying the feeling of my cock inside her. I still hadn't removed it, and neither of us were in a rush. Not until a humongous wave crashed on top of us, anyway. That put an end to our snuggle time, and I pulled out, feeling that last bit of tingle. Becca slipped her suit bottom back on and we walked back to land.

"Hey, what's your cell number, we could talk."

Rebbecca smiled at me, then shook her head. "Sorry Jason, this was a vacation hook up. We're never going to meet or talk again, we won't even know each other's last names. All we'll have are memories. But that's enough. It's time for us to part ways. I need to get back to my parents, and I suggest you go back to yours. Goodbye, and thanks."

And with that she walked off, I could see her brother sitting with what were obviously their parents, and if I wanted to I could easily follow her. But what was there to say, especially in front of her family? I walked back to my family in a bit of turmoil.

"Hey, where have you been Jason? You need more sunscreen," Mom said.

"What else did you find?" Sam asked.

"Um, nothing. Some kid asked me to help him and his sister build a sand castle, so I said 'why not?' and I did."

"That was nice of you," Mom said, rubbing the sunscreen on her hands. "Come here so I can lotion you."

After getting re-lotioned, I lay on the blanket under the umbrella and thought. I was happy about the whole encounter I supposed, but the fact I didn't know anything about my first girl other than her first name was sort of disappointing. Add to that the fact that I was secretly hoping to share my first time with Sam, even if she said we weren't going to. She was becoming bolder very quickly, and if she kept it up, it wouldn't be to long before we'd do it. I felt guilty, though I probably shouldn't, and felt an urge to tell Sam what had happened. On the other side was common sense screaming 'Fuck No Don't Tell Her!' We weren't committed to each other, hell we were siblings. We were just siblings with benefits. In a few years, maybe by the end of the summer, our relationship would revert back to normal.

So why did I feel bad?

Still, there wasn't any good reason to tell her, and every reason not to. I'd just pretend like this after noon never happened.
To be continued...

i have to say you write very well in my opinion

Interesting chapter. I foresee problems in the future.

Great update, Sonebrow. I can't wait to read more.

I really can't wait for more.. Best story on /elit/ right now in my opinion.. Does anyone have any more similar to this one?

>>12322

I don't mean to plug my story in another person's thread (If you want, Stone, I'll delete this post) but since you asked, my story is a fair bit similar to this one in that it's mainly focused on a slowly developing relationship between a brother and sister, though they're a bit older (21 and 18 respectively).

funny story, right now I am in bed. I started reading this and felt the urge to fap, as i neared the last chapter I decided to cum. This would have been fine I didn't cum so damn hard that I got it in my eye and in my mouth D;

I now know what jizz tastes like.

Fucking excellent story man, keep up the great work

Great chapter, poor sam :(

This story is good. If it was food (or a vagina) I would eat it.

>>12346 so what does jizz taste like??, im not man enuf to taste it :S

Page one? Nope.
Get back up there. Hope for more soon!

we want more....very good

I am taking it upon myself to sage this thread of high quality /elit/ gold.

Keep it up!

>>11700
>her wonderful orbs

airwolf you OP

We miss you, Stone. :C

Let's hope this is continued soon

This is awesome, cant wait for an update

So I come back a month after my last post, expecting this to be mostly forgotten, but it's still way up here. I'm touched, really.
Unfortunately I've got stuff going on, trying to get work, then next semester I'll be working and schooling.
If it was just that I'd still find time to write. But I'm also trying something I've never done before in the creative field. See, I play tabletop RPGs with some older folks (old school gamers) and we've run out of published Firefly adventures. So a few of us are trying to write some ourselves. Two of them are old hats at writing adventures, but I've never done it, or even GMed, so I'm nervous. Anyway I've got a call of Cthulhu game and a firefly game I need to work on, plus I'm making an audiobook out of a firefly fanfiction that I might turn into another adventure.

So my creative appetite is sated. But that doesn't mean this won't get finished, It just means you ought to let this thread go back a few pages. I'm not going to promise you, but I really want to finish this story, and I have the beginnings of a sequel in mind. It's just going to be a while. Sorry.

this is probably the best one ever.. how can you just stop here... please for the sake of your readers.. finish off well.. then do a sequel

one of the good ones i read
please finish it
also looking forward to its sequel

I love this story so much. Moar please

Surely he will deliver soon.

Ugh, I felt guilty and made another chapter, but don't expect more soon. I'll make more but it might be a while coming.


The rest of our time on the beach went well. We were all pretty lazy and didn't do much except lie in or out of the shade and read. We all went down and splashed around some in the ocean, then packed up and had dinner at another restaurant. Some good food was had and we enjoyed ourselves as the sun set over the ocean. Then it was back on the road, on our way to Disney World. I was playing Disgaea again, and practicing ignoring what had happened that afternoon. I knew I'd never forget it, but it was already easy to rationalize away. I figured at this rate I'd be back to normal by the time we were done with Disney. In the mean time I was sitting on the couch with a pillow on my lap, topped by the head of my sister who was splitting her attention between my game and her book.

"When are you going to advance the plot? All you do is level guys up to 40 and get specialists from the item world."

"Chill out, it'll probably take me a dozen new game pluses to do everything, but there's still a lot to do on my first try. Fine, I'll advance the plot. You know what's going on in this chapter?"

"Etna forced the newly crowned king Laharl to catch some kid's pet zombies, because the king helped her find her lost pet when she was a young demon. Something about killing them to make it easier to control them, the boy was like 'sure, I take them apart all the time, they're zombies'. So basically it's an excuse to kill lots of zombies. At least it isn't gory like most zombie games."

"Have you not played Zombies vs. Flowers? It's really cute, and it's zombie theamed."

"You know I love that game! Obviously there are exceptions, but zombies normally equal gore. Anyway, did I miss any plot?"

"Nothing of consequence. Here it is, Salamander's Breath, last stage of the chapter."

We watched the story unfold.

Zombie: Grooooaaaan...
Laharl: Kill one and another appears! Zombies, zombies, zombies!!! I'm getting sick and tired of this...
Aramis: You better stay alert. Or else, you'll be sorry. Check out that zombie.
Laharl: What about it?
Aramis: *sigh* Amateur. That is my masterpiece. The fists of a Dark Karate master, the legs of the fastest demon in the Netherworld, the brain of Mahogany, a famous sorcerer, the iron body of Hercules, and a horse wiener, all combined into one: the Netherworld's ultimate zombie!!
Laharl: What'd you say?! A horse wiener?! Now that's dangerous! Guys, don't let your guard down!!

Needless to say we were both in tears.

"Ha ha ha haaaa, a horse wiener, that's dangerous!"

I had to add the best line from Superdickery, "Hee hee hee snrkt, chortle at Joker's boner!"

Sam twisted it perfectly into context, "Pffft, ha ha! Watch out Batman! Or the Joker will force the horse wiener into a horse boner!"

"Bwaha haha haa. Oh wow, gotta love this game's sense of humor."

After we settled down some, I started playing the level. I hovered the cursor over all the zombies to see their stats, but was not ready to find what I did, and nearly lost it.

"Oh, oh wow. That's... Pffft, HAA HAA HAA!"

Sam looked up and asked during a pause between my raucous laughs, "What now?"

I pointed, not trusting my voice.

She looked at the screen more intently, "Wait, no way! The zombie actually has a horse wiener equipped?"

"Yeah," I shakily confirmed, still coming off my laughter. "And Mahogany's brain and Hercules' body... Wait, I can steal them. I can steal a horse wiener from a zombie and equip it on one of my characters! My God, I love this game."

I proceeded to beat the hell out of the zombies, before sending my thief out to steal the body parts from the boss zombie. He almost killed the thief, but I got the items and skedaddled before sending in my heavy hitters to kill it. I was fairly over leveled, so it wasn't a challenge.

"Hey, watch the end."

The screen faded to black, then showed the map I had fought on.

Laharl: Here, I caught 'em all. So, quit your complaining.
Aramis: ......
Laharl: ...What? What's the problem now?
Aramis: ...Thank you, Your Highness.
Laharl: Hmph...! Well, it IS part of my job as the Overlord...
Laharl: And don't bother to thank me. If you want to show your gratitude, you
can repay me with your body.
Etna: Hmmm... I never knew you were like that...
Laharl: Idiot!
Laharl: I meant, become my vassal and serve me when you're old enough!
Aramis: ...Yes, Your Highness.

I don't think either Sam or I was paying attention after the 'repay me with your body' line. We were quite amused, to say the least, and after everything else, I had to stop and catch my breath. When we had recovered, I continued the story.

Not much else happened. We weren't too hot after the sun went down with the fan on, and eventually got to another RV camp to spend the night. After the initial rush to get things plugged in, and Dad taking care of the paperwork, we were left in an unusual position. Although there were exceptions like tonight, normally we drove until fairly late and went straight to sleep. When we were younger, Sam and I often fell asleep before our parents stopped driving for the night. Since Disney had rather strict hours, and we were already where we needed to be, it left us an hour or two before bedtime.

"Hey! Lets play charades!" Mom opened with.

Knowing Mom, and to some extent Dad, would not let us out of a family activity, I skipped protesting and immediately turned to promoting something I wouldn't mind."Right after I stuff my hand in a blender. How about chess?" I countered.

"How about no, it's a two player game?" Sam returned.
"Why I do believe you're right! Good thing I brought two boards. We can do team chess," I continued.

"Ugh, no thanks, Mom and I aren't that good at normal chess let alone team. Even if we were on opposite teams it wouldn't work out well. How about Monopoly?"

Dad struck that down. "We'd never finish that tonight Honey, that's a game best started in the morning. How about cards? Rummy perhaps?"

We all hemmed and hawwed, but agreed that Rummy was acceptable. We had all played it often enough that Mom and Dad didn't have a massive experience advantage over us, and none of us had played it recently, which was perfect. The first few hands it looked like Sam or Dad were going to take the title, but I caught up, in the process knocking Dad down to third place. In the end though, Mom came from behind winning three impressive hands in a row to seize victory for the night.

"All right, it's 11:30, and we need to get up pretty early tomorrow to get in line! Lets hit the hay Sarah-sweety," Dad said.

"Try to get to sleep soon you two, don't stay up reading," added Mom.

"Sure, good night."

Everyone prepared for bed, and Sam and I waited for our parents to turn on the TV. That signaled they were ready for sleep, assuming they weren't up to the same activities we were about to start.

After we both got under the sheets I scooted up next to Sam and spooned her, pressing myself against her back. I wrapped my hand over her side and latched onto her tit, rubbing my penis against her butt. She took her left hand that was under her, and tugged mine under her side, down to her slit, and started rubbing both of our hands against her pussy. I took my hand away from her tit and opened the Astroglide, squeezing out a dab. Rubbing it all over my cock, I positioned it under her butt, and thrust between her thighs. It was bliss.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked, happy, but confused.

"I think it's called hot dogging or something, keep your legs together."

"Oh, okay, would you hit my clit a bit more?"

I rubbed her clitoris with my palm, then switched it up by running my hand along the length of her cunt, then back to her clit. Unfortunately, my left arm was starting to tingle, not that I cared that much as I thrust between her legs, but it was distracting.

"Roll on top of me."

I wrapped my arms around her and rolled us both 90 degrees, taking the pressure off my arm, and causing my dick to move up towards her pussy. My legs were squeezing hers together tightly. I wasn't long enough to stick out the other side, but I did rub against her lips as I pistoned back and forth. We were both enjoying ourselves immensely if her moans were to believed, and I was going to come too soon, I slowed down and paid more attention to my sister. I took my hand off her breast and moved it to her pussy, where my other hand was already paying tribute. With my left hand I rubbed her clit and stroked the surrounding mons, with my right I had my middle finger exploring inside of her, much to her pleasure.

I was still slowly thrusting between her legs, ending up against the bottom of her pussy. She was squeezing her breasts, I think. Despite having gone farther with Becca, this was better in some ways. I already loved Sam for one thing, familial love sure, but it still counted. Between the stimulus and my thoughts I couldn't tell everything that was going on. I snaked my head around as best I could and briefly took my hand away to turn her head towards mine. I gave her a kiss, which she returned savagely. She was still a more experienced kisser than myself, and I tried to follow along as she opened her mouth and sucked on my lip. She moaned as I put my finger back in her, and started arching her back. Recognizing the symptoms of an approaching female orgasm from my rigorous 'studies' online, I returned to humping her full speed as I fondled her pussy. She finally convulsed, and I could feel her squeeze my finger, setting me off. I came hard, squirting through her legs onto my hand and into her bush.

We lay there recuperating, staying still so we wouldn't rub any of our hypersensitive parts against anything else. Thinking on this, I grinned evilly and started rubbing her pussy again.

"EEK, stop! I'm tingly!"

I laughed and ceased, withdrawing my hand and getting up. Time for the anti-evidence procedure again. I whipped the sheets down, checking for any love juice that had gotten on them. Just a few specks, and I wiped them off with my finger. I ousted the area, sneezing a few times from the strong odor, then grabbed Febreeze and used it on the sheets. Sam lay there for a bit before going into the bath room to rinse off my spunk.

I lay back down on the bed. It was damp from the Febreeze and our sweat, but warm from our body heat. Samantha came back in and lay down. I don't think either of us cared if our parents woke us up while we were naked. I'd get us out of it some how. I drew the sheet back over us as Sam snuggled up to me. We started kissing each other slowly, in a loving way. We were pressed up against each other and stayed that way, even after the kissing ended. Eventually we drifted off to sleep, two more victims of the sandman.

To be continued... eventually. Seriously, I don't know when the next one will come out this time.

>>12656
Bravo! Take your time. Good stories require time, and you've got talent.

>>12656
Stonebrow, seriously, theres no reason to feel guilty. It's your story; if you're burnt out, bored, or whatever, you totally have the right to take a break or even quit.

When you write when you don't feel up to it, or you write just to put something up, quality suffers. I've seen it in my own writing, trying to force myself to write to get something up for everyone and it just isn't up to par to what you're capable of.

tl;dr, if your bored or burnt out, take a break. If your fans are really fans, they'll understand.

>>12663
This man speaks truths.

Great job, btw. A thousand internets for you OP, but don't kill yourself.

MOAR!!! Also, so fucking great so far. Hope you find time to give us more gold!

wat is love
baby don't sage me
no more

Open the door
Get on the floor
Everyone walk the sagesaur!

Good story, yes definitely good.

Thnaks!

This story is amazing.
Please keep writing and tell me as to where i could find more of your writings.
The main character's got my name ;D

I posted last ..
Turns out you posted the most recent chapter on my birthday as well.
This story is destined to be epic.
KEEP WRITING! :D

This story is a-freaking-mazing. keep up the terrific job

This is possibly the best story I've read! :D
Although it was rather sudden with the first sex scene, it calmed down to something far more realistic than many Inc stories like "I saw her naked then we fucked"
Keep it up! Also please keep it between siblings. Don't have the parents join :(

>>13019
wat he said, B-ump etc etc

>>13019
why is this story so far behind? nono, back to front page

front page... NOW

i don't wanna presure u stone but WTF is going on here

Mannnn I'm super sad hes not gonna finish this for a while.

I had a long message, but I got banned for using a word instead of a punctuation. So I'll have to retype from memory.

To quote Monty Python: I'm not dead yet! However, I haven't written anything relevant to this thread either.
For anyone who cares, I'll explain what's been going on, and pontificate a bit.
So my birthday came and went, but almost everybody I know is poor, so I didn't expect much. I did get a nintendo DS Light though, (how far behind am I?) and an amazon gift card, so I've been playing 8 or so older (new to me) games with more coming in the mail.
Also, I've been GM'ing our Serenity game nights for a while. So between those my creative urges have been directed away from writing.

I did write a very short naruto fan fic, which you can find with another at my profile. I dont want to be banned again by giving a link, so google >another reader fanfiction<

Anyway, I don't know when I'll write more, but I will finish this story, I've actually got an idea for the sequel.
Just wanted to let anyone curious know what's happening. I always hate it when authors leave for months or years without saying a word.

Dude, Serenity is an awesome game. We're starting one over skype since our pilot now lives in a different state.

Don't know why, the system is just a complete blast to play. Keep up the good writing, and NEVER stop DMing!

up ya go

page 3 really? giddy giddy up!

up you go

were are u stone?

get the FUCK up

glorius pagina number 1

gloriosa page uno

gnajkgbwajkbgjwkagawbgawjkbjkawk
i mean, up

>>13790

page 2???????????????????????
wat the fffffff

To the top you godly sonofabitch!

I'll bump this

LIVE! LIVE, DAMN YOU!

Guys, sad to say, I think Stonebrow gave up.

I hate it, but we havn't heard from him in months. Just wish he would have warned us. It's the perfect set-up for a story, and I really wish I could see where it would go from here, but sad to say, I think it's time to face facts.

Being on the internet means never having to deal with reality!

I choose to believe he will be back!

>>14086
i reject your reality and substitute with my own!

Hey, came back to see what's been happening on my favourite 7chan board, and people are thinking this fic is dead?

Well, I understand why. It has been nearly half a year since I posted content. I've just been doing other stuff. The last two weeks I've been writing 35,000 words of Naruto fanfic, which I think is probably my best stuff yet. No sex (there might be some later), but some adult humor.

Tell you what, I'll try and the next chapter to RV Summer Trip this week/weekend and post it.I can't promise as to the quality of it, but maybe if I just start I'll get more enthusiastic.

The first large fiction I wrote I made 30k words, posted it, and left it alone for almost a year before doubling it's size. So don't assume anything I write is dead. If you keep coming back to 7chan, you'll see it finished someday.

tldr: i suck, expect something next week.

>>14151
well then, we'll be waitin'

>>14151
Waiting oh so desperately...

ehem...

fwakjbfwa

something in a week huh?

yes

Stonebrow, get back here. I require.

Bump for more

what the fuck man, get ovah here!

Great story, please keep it up. Love it.

and then op was never seen again ;~;

This is quite possibly one of the best (and most believable) elit I have ever read!

Please don't die. Keep it coming!!

C'mon Stonebrow, dont leave us hanging or i might just need to pick up where you left off and give these people what they want...

I agree with Master of Masks, something needs to happen

Happy new year!

Wheres my fucking update?

>>14671
do it do it do it do it

Too late Stonebrow, somebody continue this soon

>>14716
Stonebrew is my bro (not really, I just like his writing style), but I want more of this....

THIS IS A PROBLEM.

>>14740
AGREED

So... does everyone agree that I or someone else should pick up this story and keep it going? If so I will, or let someone else who thinks they can do it better.

Sure, carry it on :) Will you include more son/mum, daughter/dad or a threesome or something in it?

>>14778
What the hell? Why would any of that happen? The characters have been set up as "normal" people, it would completely change the way the story works.
In conclusion, I disagree with your idea.

I have to agree with
>>14784
The characters are more "normal", and follow more along with the brother and sister.

I think its kind of unfair for stonebrow. he always came back and said that he wouldnt disappear. and i think you guys should just be patient and wait. if sombody else rewrite the story, he sould give it another names and different charcters...

imo stonebrow is the only real one to continue the story

I'm very understanding of that Tek, but it's been over six months since he actually wrote anything for the story and about two and a half since he said that he would have something out in a week. A lot of us would like to either see the story finished or kept going and I, along with many others, vote to keep it going. I am very good at looking at someones writing style and writing well in it. And no Anonymous, I probably wont be doing that. I don't think Stonebrow was going to and I probably wont. Not completely off the table, but not top of my list.

As for writing the story, I will be probably getting something out in the next two to three days. If and/or when Stonebrow comes back, I will give him back his story. Its not mine and I am only wanting to give the people what they want. I hope you will enjoy my continuation as much as you like Stonebrow's story.

Ok, I will see. I will looking forward to stonebrows continuation though. But maybe yours is better. Im curious.

Tek, as I said before, I am a huge fan of Stonebrow. However, he has not posted, anything at all, since October(if I'm reading the dates right). I've been here awhile and lurked a lot longer, when that happens the author is never heard of again.

While I really, really wish Stonebrow was working on his story, I really want an ending to the masterpiece he was writing. As long as (a) new author doesn't take a huge shit all over the story, I'm ok with someone taking the reigns.

Yo, sorry guys. I'm still alive, but I've put almost no time into this. I want to work on it, but I've got more important irons in the fire. College and part time job takes precedence.

And when I can write, I'm doing a serious (can you call fanfic serious?) fiction. So far, I've written 85k for a more mature Naruto ff where the graduation age is 16 instead of 12. No real sex, but plenty of adult humor. not a ton of reviews, but they're all very positive so far.

So where does this leave Summer Trip? I'm afraid it's on indefinite hiatus. I'll leave you with all the stuff I was thinking about for someone to CONTINUE IT WITH MY BLESSINGS. If at some point, I come back and continue it, neither version should detract from the other.

Here's what I'd written when I said I'd have something in a week. It doesn't have to be cannon if you don't want it to be.


ooooooooooo

Now I'm sure that you're all curious about Disney World, whether we managed to get away from our parents, and what hijinks we got up to, etc. etc. But I want to tell a bit from a later part of our story, after we made it to Key West...

It was the third night we had stayed at the hotel, and Sam wanted to try something adventurous. I admit it didn't take much to convince me either. Since we were sharing a room (two beds of course, not that we used them both), we turned on the alarm for three am, and forwent any naughtiness, just holding each other until we fell asleep.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

I turned over and poked the alarm unsuccessfully until I was awake enough to figure how to turn it off.

"Sam, it's time, wake up."

"Mrrphel murgh."

"This was your idea, do you want to fool around in the hot tub or not?"

This got a reaction. "...Hot tub? Oh, right. *Yaaaawn* Let me get my swimsuit on."

I nodded, and pulled my own on, grabbing two of the condoms I had covertly acquired earlier in our trip. I learned condoms are ridiculously expensive for what they are, but there wasn't anything you could do about it, I suppose. Charge what the market will bear. I grabbed two towels and turned to Sam. She was putting on her top, which goes to show how far we've adapted, since I didn't get a boner just from that. After making certain I had the key card -can you imagine if we got locked out- I opened the door and started towards the elevator, Sam following behind. We got in and hit the ground floor button, when Sam started trying to kiss me.

"Whoa, they film the elevators, wait until we get in the pool."

"Aww, you're no fun."

"That's not the impression I've gotten so far..."

"Laugh it up funny man," Sam said.

We got to the pool without seeing anyone, and since it was three in the morning, no one was out here either, which had been one of our fears.

"Let's get in the hot tub!" Sam said eagerly.

"Bubbles on or off?" I asked, setting the towels on the ground next to the tub

"On of course." She got in quickly, not waiting for me to turn on the bubble timer. I knew she'd love the heat, though I was hoping that it wouldn't get too hot for me. I turned the timer to 30 minutes and dipped my toes in as the tub came to life, shooting bubbles around and making it impossible to see the bottom. It was hot, but since a lot of different people got in it, the hotel probably kept it relatively cool; I'd be fine.

I got in and moved on top of Sam, attacking her mouth. She was ready for me and returned fire immediately. We probed each other's mouths for a few minutes before Sam took off her top piece, exposing her breasts, which I immediately fondled. I had come to admire them greatly, even more than when I first saw them. I leaned my head down, partially submerged, and took her left breast into my mouth. My nose stayed over the water line thankfully, though the bubbles were annoying. Sam made those adorable noises that I loved to cause.

She pushed my head back, and pulled down my swim trunks, wrapping her hand around my quite erect dick. We went back to kissing as she pumped my cock for a bit. It was different than my time in the ocean, the water was so warm, it was easy to keep my erection, and my scrotum wasn't shriveling up.

"Sam, lean back and float, then put your legs on my shoulders."

Looking intrigued, she did so, the water holding most of her wait up. I moved her bottom aside to look at her pussy, and gave it a lick. Sam giggled. "Ha, the bubbles are tickling me! This is weird."

I continued my efforts, having learned what she liked fairly well by now. I had found that doing the alphabet really did work, though it mostly kept you focused more than being particularly pleasurable. I had gotten to z, started going backwards, and was at h when she finally came, moaning and tightening her legs around my back.

oooooooo

I also said I had an Idea for a sequel, which I will share. Remember the boyfriend? Sam will try to get back together with him, but discover he's doing his younger sister! Naturally, the younger sister decides she likes Jason.
So the four of them get in relationships in public (Sam and the boyfriend, Jason and the younger sister) and in private they are more a foursome. (I wouldn't have done any male/male, cause I'm not into it; and if I had included any f/f, it would have taken a lot of character development- do as you wish though)

I look forward to seeing others interpret my work, and I'll be coming back occasionally even if I don't post.
One important tip, keep the kinks to a minimum. these are relatively normal people. Sure they have fantasies, but they expect other people will look at them weird if they ask to (example only) bring a dog into the bedroom. And they'd be right. If you want to do anal, there ought to be a plot arc about it.

Good luck, and my apologies.

>>14849

Awesome addition to the story, so far. I love the timeskip, and the ambiguity concerning the condoms. We don't know if they've already started fucking, despite Sam's earlier intent to avoid doing so, or if Jason's just hoping that this is the chance he'll be able to use 'em.

The whole foursome thing seems kind of boring to me. I think the idea is one of those over-used cliches that hinder the overall quality of the story. I do think there are over-used cliches that don't hinder the story, and maybe even HELP the story along, but I don't think AW YEAH SECOND BROTHER/SISTER COUPLE TO SPICE THINGS UP is one of those acceptable cliches.

Of course, maybe I'm just an ass with a silly opinion. Who knows? Good work.

Thank you Stone. I will work to keep the story good. To everyone else, I will need to do some rewriting now that Stonebrow has given us some story and some plans to work with. I should have some stuff out for you guys in a couple of days.

As Sam floated, I slowly began to lick her again. She moaned softly and I pushed my tongue a little farther in and continued to lick her going through the letters. She started squirming and trying to get my tongue farther in, but every time I pulled back and kept it there, just tantalizing her.
“Jason, stop teasing me and just do it already!” she groaned at me, being careful not to be too loud. As much as I would have like to keep torturing her for what she did at Disney World, I wanted it just as much as her so I dug right in. I stuck my tongue in as far as I could and pulled it out, licking her pussy lips slowly before I pistoned my tongue into her a few more times. I kept this up for a couple more minutes. She started trembling and I knew she was getting close. I started to lick and suck her clit and used my fingers on her pussy. I reached in and found her g-spot and tickled it ever so slightly while I sucked on her clit and started to hum.
“Oh my God, oh Jason, oh my God, oh my God!” she said, grabbing her towel to bite on to keep from screaming. This encouraged me to just keep going and harder. I hit her g-spot a little harder and began to nibble slightly on her clit. She began to shake harder and her legs started to tighten around my head and she grabbed my hair. I just went at it harder, furiously stroking her with my fingers and alternating between licking and nibbling on her clit while I hummed. “Oh God, Jason, I’m gonna cum!” she moaned through the towel. Her legs felt like a vice tightening on my head so much I thought it might pop and she was trembling uncontrollably. “I’m cumming!” she cried. I was along for the ride now because she had me in her vice grip, but it was kinda fun. When she finally loosened her grip, I slid her legs off my shoulders and let her relax.
“Well that was fun,” I said when I had caught my breath, “never had that much fun in a Jacuzzi before.”
Sam smiled at me. ”That was great Jason, even better than the first one. Now, what should I do to repay you?” She got a devilish glint in her eye, “I think I know just the thing…”

I know its not much, but I wanted to give you guys a sample and see what you think. If you like it, cool, I'll keep writing. If not, then someone should take over.

i like it!
keep up the good work

ok, you convinced me. keep on writing, even if i dont get the connection between yours and stonebrows story. maybe i missed something

Not bad.
Lets see how it goes!

>>14898
not bad- actually it's better than my sex scenes in many ways. Of course, the reason people like the story (I think anyway) is the character development and storyline. So we'll see if that feel can be replicated after they're done in the hot tub. As to the whole hotel/hot tub scene, don't feel as though you need to stick to it. I started writing it just as something quick to slap together so I could ease demand until I wrote another real chapter. I was thinking of making it just a side story, sort of an omake. If you want to run with that, awesome, but don't let it- or my half baked sequel plans- control what you do with it. This is now your (or anyone else who wants to take a stab at it) show. Although I think the audience want's more of what I was doing, you are mostly on your own in deciding what the plot is going to be.

One criticism of the sample; it was a wall of text. You don't have to format it like I do, but at least double return between paragraphs.

Finally, a few more thoughts I had. these are merely musings, take or leave them as you wish.

•Families stick together during theme parks. Not much time for hankypanky- unless you go to EPCOT, where the parents can go to all the countries while the kids 'go on rides'. It's not like they'd be interested in Holland anyway, right?

•When I wrote the jacuzzi scene I threw the condoms in, thinking that they were already having sex. I'm not sure about that now. You'll have to figure out an emotionally strong point for them to do that. But they should be regularly having sex by they time they go home.

Actually, while I said it's your show, let me put a few rules. No extreme kinks: scat, beast, dom/sub, ect. The characters made their veiw on anal clear, although I guess something could happen and if it was written believably they could change their minds. The parents should never get in on the action, although I was toying with the idea that at the end they walk in on the kids but don't care, claiming they knew all along.

The parents are NOT related, and Sam will NOT get pregnant at any point of the story. Some people find incest pregnancy a turn on, but I think that's really stupid. this is a (mostly) happy story, with no bad life long consequences. Whether Sam and Jason part and find partners, or they fuck happily ever after, it should be a happy of neutral ending.

Good luck.

Thank you for the input Stonebrow. I appreciate the feedback, it always helps. I know what you're saying about the park; I'm west coast and Disneyland is a yearly staple for my family. There are opportunities, but I know not to go wild.

For everyone else, I'm writing more. its just taking a little longer than expected cause work has me opening, which means very early mornings and tired days, but I'll work on getting something out in a few days.

As she finished, the bubbles went off and you could clearly see that we were naked. We looked at each other and Sam’s face blushed beet red and I’m pretty sure that I wasn’t much better. We hurriedly got back into our suits and got out of the hot tub and dried off.
“Well, that was fun,” I said. Sam just giggled at me. “Well, I guess someone is still riding off their high,” I drawled, winking at her and faked a bow, “glad I could be of service.”

“It felt so good, Jason, I almost wished it wouldn’t end,” Sam sighed, “But at least nobody—“

Sam and I both jerked our heads up at the sound of a slightly muffled moan that came from above us. We looked around for a second, before we both saw a couple having sex on a balcony outside their room. The woman was taking it from behind, bent over the railing, while the guy just kept pounding away as he reached around and massaged her breasts.

“— saw us.” Sam finished.

“I believe that is our cue to leave,” I said, half laughing, “Looks like they didn’t see us, with how intent they are going at it.”

“Or maybe they did and that’s why they are doing it,” Sam giggled,
“But yeah, lets head out before anyone comes by.”

We picked up our stuff and headed back to our building. Sam put her arm through mine and leaned against me as we walked, laying her head on my shoulder. I stopped and Sam looked up at me.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just remembered that I owe you a kiss from the elevator.” I pulled her close and kissed her deep. I teased her tongue with mine and cradled her head in my hands. Our lips parted and then met again, restarting where they left off. We went on for a couple of minutes before we stopped and started back to the room, Sam leaning into me again.

“God, being your sister has its benefits. Though I still don’t know how you’ve never had a girlfriend and are this good.”

“Trade secrets, my child. But mostly I do what feels natural and go from there.” I said as pseudo-seriously as I could, but couldn’t keep a smile off my face. ”And I’ve gotten a lot of practice so far on this trip.”

She shrugged. “Yeah, but it’s still amazing.”

We got to the elevator and rode up in silence, just enjoying each other’s company and warmth. We were still kinda damp after our hasty exit and the night air was cool. We got back to the room and took our suits off.

“We should jump in the shower and get the chlorine off or Mom and Dad will wonder,” Sam pointed out.

“Well, do you want to go first or should I?”

“It’s big enough for both of us, let’s just take one together.” That’s my sister, always so practical. I got the water running and Sam got our shampoo and soap. Hotel stuff is good in a pinch, but your own stuff is usually better. The water got warm quick and we got in and started rinsing off and washing our hair. She was right, the shower was big. Big enough that we had room to move without falling. Sam got the soap and started, much to my surprise, to wash me.

“Well, this is unexpected. Nice, but unexpected.” I told her honestly.

“I wanted to repay you for that kiss earlier,” she said blushing.
She started with my chest, soaping it up and massaging it in. Needless to say, I was getting kinda turned on. As she worked her way down my chest and stomach, I just got more turned on and started to get hard. By the time she got to my hips, I was at full mast and hard as a rock.

“Hmmm, I see someone likes this,” Sam teased. She soaped up my dick and used it as lubrication and started to beat me off. I put my hand against the wall for support and did my best to think about my stats on Disgaea, which worked for a bit, but Samantha had gotten better at figuring out what gave me the most pleasure and I almost lost it. She also brought me to the edge of cumming only to stop just long enough to prolong me cumming. I was in utter ecstasy and felt like my head was in the clouds. Then Sam rinsed off my dick and got on her knees and began to suck on it and it took all my will power not to blow it right there. I was close to cumming so I tapped her shoulder to let her know I was cumming.

She stopped, looked up and said, “I want to swallow tonight,” and kept on going. I held out for about thirty more seconds and then I came hard. It was one of the best feelings in the world. It felt like I was cumming for days and my heart was pounding out of my chest. My legs started shaking and I sat on the edge of the tub.

“That was incredible Sam,” I gasped. “Wow…”

“You go to bed, I’m just gonna get myself cleaned up a bit too.”

“I can help you, it would only be fair to let me clean you the same way,” I said to her while trying to get up. Emphasis on trying; my legs were still shaking and slow to respond.
“You can hardly stand, let alone return the favor. Anyways, I’m still sensitive from earlier at the hot tub. I’m still trying to work that one out. Go to bed, I’ll be there soon.”

I got up and dried myself off and trudged to bed, not even getting under the covers. Sam came out about five minutes later, drying her hair, but otherwise completely naked. It’s kinda amazing how comfortable with it over this trip so far, but I’m not complaining. I know I’m lucky to have an attractive sister that is ok with this. She finished and tossed her towel back in the bathroom and came over to the bed.

“Get under the covers you dork” she chided. I did and she got under the covers and backed up into me. I put my arm around her and we spooned until we fell asleep.

Hey guys sorry about the lack of posting. back in school and work is making for a very tired me, but i will get something out in the next few days.

I'm really sorry it's taking so long guys. School's been kicking my ass, so things are slow. I am working on getting something out to you guys, but I want to make sure its good, not some shoddy shit.

I certainly like it, and anything that you're able to put forth is cool with me.

I woke up later that morning to a very pleasurable sensation. I was on my back and my whole body was tingling with pleasure. Sam was down at the other end of the bed, with her head between my legs, sucking my dick. Men, if you have never been woken up with a blowjob, it is one of the greatest feelings in the world. And ladies, for all you who give morning head, Thank You. I just lay there, relishing in the pleasure, watching Sam’s head bob up and down and side to side every once in a while. I groaned with pleasure as she teased me by bringing me to the brink of cumming and then stopping just long enough to let the feeling die down, and then she started at it again.

“Good God Sam, that feelings so good,” I said through clenched teeth. I was trying my damnedest to keep that feeling and was squirming like no other.

“Quit moving so much, its making this hard,” Sam said, stopping and lifting her head up.

“It’s making something hard, that’s for sure,” I said lewdly. “Don’t stop, Sam.”

“You can be SO immature sometimes,” she responded, but went back to lapping up every solid inch of my cock. She ran her tongue along the underside of my dick and circled the head and went back to sucking. She brought me to the brink of orgasm again and slowed down and just played with the head. I felt the familiar twitch in my balls and knew I was almost there.

“I’m gonna cum, Sam,” I groaned.

“OK, I want to swallow again,” she purred, “I liked how it tastes.”

I moaned in pleasure and came hard. My eyes rolled back in my head and I felt myself cumming and then—

RRRIIIIIINNNGGG!!!!!!

The phone rang just as I came, Sam and I both jumped and my cock came out of her mouth and I blasted my load all over her face. We both just sat there in shock.

RRRIIIIIINNNGGG!!!!!!

It rang again. My brain kicked into motion and I picked up the receiver, panting, “Hello?”

“Morning kiddos!” said Dad cheerfully. “What’s wrong with you? You sound like you just ran a marathon. How’s Sam?”

“Well, you just woke us up and the phone just scared the crap out of us. Other than that, we’re good.” I looked over at Sam, who was still kneeling at the end of the bed, dazed. “Sam’s just about to get in the shower and then I’ll take one,” I said.

“Well, whatever. Meet us in the lobby in about a half hour. That should be enough time for you kids to finish your business,” Dad said. If only he knew I’d just finished my business.

“Ok Dad, see ya in a while,” I drawled as I hung up the phone. I looked over at Sam and said, “Well, that was interesting to say the least.”

She cocked an eyebrow and said, “More like, scared the shit out of me.” She scowled as some cum dripped from her chin to her breasts. “And you came on my face, you ass!” She swung a pillow at me, which I easily blocked.

“Yeah, it’s kinda hard to take you seriously when you have cum on your face,” I laughed, “But, it’s not like I meant to. I just got surprised and lost my concentration.” I couldn’t help myself and kept laughing, reveling in the rush of what had just happened.

“Do you think Dad believed your story?” asked Sam. She sounded and looked a little worried.

“Yeah. He didn’t sound like he thought anything was going on; and if he did, he is really good at hiding it.”

She relaxed and got off the bed. “Well, we should take those showers,” she said slyly, “Or, we could take just one…” she trailed off as she used a Kleenex to wipe the cum off her face as she made her way to the bathroom, winking at me before she went in.

“My you’ve gotten horny, but I thought you’d never ask,” I replied, and rushed after her into the bathroom.

t-t-t-t-top

Bump for AWESOME story, keep it up yea?

Now I see the problem that Stonebrow had at keeping constant, but I will have something in the next few days.

Oh no, it's happening again!

This is wierd, I decided to come back and read the whole thing here, and it turned out to be exactly one year to the day since I posted this story, I think.

Kudos to Masks, you do great sex scenes and the Sam and Jason dialog is great so far. I doubt I would've thought of the phone turning the bj into a facial, but they reacted almost exactly like I'd have pictured it.

serious props!

I'd find a good place to end this section, then work on filling in the middle bit where they're still driving to key west. I admit I picked key west because I live in Tampa Bay, giving me some familiarity with the state. I've still had to do some reasearch on this story though, so if you run out of ideas, google attractions in FL/Keywest/Miami/etc. for stuff for them to do.

Good job, keep it up! (SO easy to say on this side of the author/reader situation!) :-)

Thanks Stonebrow. That has been a big stumbling block for me cause I am the complete opposite coast, being in CA. As for progressing the story, I've got a couple ideas, a

Thanks Stonebrow. That has been a big stumbling block for me cause I am the complete opposite coast, being in CA. As for progressing the story, I've got a couple ideas, I just haven't had a lot of time lately. And its really hard to write well when you get played by your muse. I guarantee I will have something by weeks end though.

We met up with Mom and Dad down in the lobby, about 40 minutes later. Long showers are nice aren't they?

"What took you guys so long? We've been waiting down here forever..." Mom half complained.

"Blame Sam," I said, looking and pointing at her, "She took forever to finish in the shower." I winked at her and she stuck her tongue out at me. "Besides Mom, we're only ten minutes later than we said we would be..."

"Well, it felt like longer," she pouted. "Lets go get some breakfast."

We walked over to the restaurant across the street from our hotel and got seated pretty quickly. Mom and Dad sat on one side of the booth , me and Sam on the other. Mom and Dad both got coffee and Sam and I got OJ to start with while we decided what we wanted. Mom decided on pancakes with hash browns and sausage, Sam had french toast with bacon and toast, and since Dad and I have the same taste sometimes, we both got steak and eggs over easy with hash browns.

" Isn't getting toast with your french toast kinda redundant?" I asked.

"What can I say, I like bread," retorted Sam. "Why do you and dad always get your eggs with runny yolks? It's weird."

"Its so we can mix the flavor of the egg with the rest of the food," replied Dad. "We do it because it tastes good."

We bantered for a while and then Sam "accidentally" knocked her spoon off the table and it went under the table. Sam went down to get it, using my crotch as a steadying place. I was hard almost immediately. Sam felt me grow, and stroked it slowly so that Mom and Dad couldn't see. Needless to say it was hard to keep a straight face, but I think I pulled it off, cause they didn't say anything. Sam finally came back up, waving the spoon.

God, that reminds me of earlier in the trip...

Why hasn't anyone complemented you for this chapter yet? Master of masks, I got to say I think you're better at writing than Stonebrow (no offense bro, you're good too).

>>15913
stonebrow is ten times the writer

>>15913
stonebrow is ten times the writer

>>15913
>>15914
No offense to either of the writers here, but this is my two cents.

Masks is better at grammar, the actual writing, and goes into better detail in the sex scenes.

However Stone is better at the actual storytelling during the mass of the story.

Also, Masks, I think stones idea of telling the same scene from two points of view was a great one. I recommend you do that at some point.

>>15927
I recommend that he doesn't do anything more to ruin this. His writing style is terrible and there's run-on sentences everywhere. Trying too hard. It also seems like everything is him going 'if u kno wut I meen lol'

>>15927
I recommend that he doesn't do anything more to ruin this. His writing style is terrible and there's run-on sentences everywhere. Trying too hard. It also seems like everything is him going 'if u kno wut I meen lol'

>>15927
I'd say that's a pretty accurate analysis. Although I think my favorite writer right now is whoever is going to keep the story going.

Ok, I've heard good and bad about my writing. I would like to know if people want me to keep writing or not.

I would like to see you keep going.

I'm enjoying what your doing. I say keep it going.

Masks, you cant get all of the people to like you all of the time. I've been following this story from the start and will continue to do so. Yes, you have a different style than stone and some people aren't going to like the change, but that isn't really important. It's your story now and I for one would like to see more. Try to worry less about negative feedback and just write what feels right to you.

>>16100
Don't stop writing unless you don't want to write. If some people don't like it they can stop reading, or if we're really lucky, they'll start writing they're own version of it.
Anybody who wants to write in the Summer Trip setting can, but since you are the first and so far only one to take up the mantle, I declare you owner of the thread.

More input: work more on the storytelling and scene length, you are already better at me with sex scenes; they are fine.

I would write out most of the shower scene, including where they don't have sex. It's not their first time in a shower together, but the other one was quick. pretend it's their first shared shower- it's exciting and awkward and should be filled with comedic opportunities. Does Jason pee in the shower without thinking? What is Sam's reaction? <--(true story with my best friend and his gf).

Describe soaping each other up, have Jason wash her hair and finger bang her. Take time with it, and not just with the sex scene.

Bump for more

Yeah.. I'm missing this story something fierce. Haven't heard from Masks or Stone in at least a few months.

But then again, I'd like for either one of them (if stone came back to write, or masks) to go back, and fix the plot line. I hate that it makes a massive skip. I know Stone's last post had them at disney world, but the way the post was framed it seemed like he was doing it just to get some sexual content in.

Fuck, I just wish we had more.

>>16554
Uhhhgg I know right? I love it.

>>16554
>>16585

Tell you what. I am, in my own eyes, not the best writer. I have, however, always wanted to attempt writing an elit story. The last thing I want to do is ruin someone else's story, but if people want to give me suggestions for the next chapter to get my creative juices (and other juices) flowing, I'd be happy to give it a shot.

If any of you would like me to do it at all, I'll send it to a couple of my friends first and make sure it's not terrible.

Thoughts, anyone?

>>16599
Also, greetings to you all. This is my second-ever post on 7chan, though I've lurked here for several months. I look forward to...I don't know what I look forward to, really, but I like it here, especially /elit/. Seems like a good community.

>>16601
I wouldn't mind a shot at it. I'd prefer if we shot back to where we were in the story; at the beach. Maybe that could be you're way of seeing if your up to the task, re-writing that chapter your way?

Or skip that and go to the next plot point. In one of the chapters they were talking about going to a nude art museum and of course Disney land so go for it

>>16601
That is if you plan on putting forth the effort to stick around. Half the reason most of us are desperate for more is because of the author(s) leaving. Make sure you have the dedication to do it before you start. Don't break our hearts again!

im sad now, i started reading and fell in love with the story, but then i came the the end of the thread and theres no more. Mask keep up the good work, dont listen to the haters. you're doing a great job

>>16605
That sounds like a really good idea. I'd love to give it a shot - I'm not too great at writing plots, so it'll be good to have something to run with off the bat.

Just found this thread today and read the whole story in one sitting. I'm a little sad that it's been half-abandoned. I really enjoyed it, and I hope someone decides to continue writing it!

>>16626
I wrote about 3 pages last night. Gonna run it by some friends before I post.

bumping this motherfucker

Dead, again. I don't know if this will ever see an ending. ;.;

I believe it may be time to hold a wake for this wonderful story.

>>17033
Hell, if I wasn't trying to tackle two stories of my own, I'd work on this myself.

Or if I had Stonebrow's email or something, I'd spam his inbox until he graced us with the almighty MOAR

>>17036
>>17033
>>17024
Oh, shit. Forgot about this. Not so sure what to do with it. I'm not very confident with my writing. I'm pretty sure I'm a bad writer.

>>17096
Only way to find out is to post it and let others critique it.

What do you have to lose?

Very enjoyable and playful. I loved the scenes and the unfolding of their relationship with each other.

Does anyone have a link for a story called "Wanna bet?" I swear I saw it around here somewhere but I can't find it for the life of me.

>>17125
http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/Wanna_Bet.html

Next time, use the request thread ;)

I'll do that next time thanks!

Loyally bumping an old favorite.

Bump from an old fan

Bump

Bump for posterity.

>>17100
You're one of my most respected authors on this board, I don't feel like making a fool of myself in front of you.

I'll write something out later if I'm not too high.

>>18401
Ha. At this point, I don't feel like I particularly deserve any kind of credit at all.. it's been two months since I've updated anything, let alone been on the board.

I still say go for it. Only way to get better is to get your work critiqued, and you need to post so we can offer advice.

Mawrrrrrrrrrrrr

Fucking fuck. Alright, I'll try to write some tonight. No promises. Expect nothing good. Low expectations, please.

>>18427
Hey, no pressure. I'm just offering my opinion. You can certainly say "fuck it!" and not do anything, lol.