An RV trip with Madison by Mystic47

An RV trip with Madison by Mystic47

Join Madison on an unforgettable RV trip filled with passion and adventure in Mystic47's latest adult sex story. Explore the thrill of unexpected encounters and intimate moments in the great outdoors. Perfect for those seeking a blend of romance and excitement on the open road!<br/>

Madison was motionless for a minute or so then she raised her head and asked “What do you feel right now?” She was trying to be quiet so mom and dad wouldn’t hear so her lips were next to my ear, her voice soft as a baby’s breath. The caress of air on my ear sent a shiver of hot sparks through me that started a fire in my balls.

Ever since I can remember we had been taking family vacations around the country. We had a small RV that dad drove everywhere. We’ve been from coast to coast in that rig and been to some pretty amazing places. but the most amazing place I’ve ever been was on my last trip in the RV.

The RV was not very big. It was advertised as ‘Comfortable for a Family of Four’ when dad bought it. It had one standard sized bed for two in the back, hidden behind a door that folds out from the bulkhead. The other sleeping arrangement for two was a bunk that could be made by dropping the only table on the bench seats and lying the seat cushions on the flat surface. That’s where my sister and I slept when we traveled.

The first few years it didn’t bother me to sleep beside Madison in that cramped makeshift bed. Sometimes we would fight over space and blankets, snarling at each other through the night, other times we would laugh and giggle as we played innocently into the darkest hours until mom or dad would yell at us to shut up. About the time Madison turned entered puberty she started to protest loudly and often to our parents about the sleeping with me while we traveled. At first I didn’t understand but eventually I caught on. My hormones were beginning to rampage wild and free and I couldn’t help but notice that Madison had developed a fine-looking set of tits to complement a hot body. Even though she looked absolutely fantastic, she was my big sister so I started to complain about sharing the bed with her too.

The next two vacations Madison and I fought like the proverbial cat and dog. As long as it was daylight we got on civilly but when it came time to go to bed, I felt nothing but revulsion for her, my parents, the RV and the trip. We stopped putting on pajamas and slept in our clothes. I would take a blanket and wrap up like a moth in a cocoon, she did the same. We had layers of clothing and blankets insulating us from each other but many nights neither of us would sleep, too conscience of the other lying nearby.

As I grew older and my balls got bigger I became more aware of girls. There were girls in my school that could stiffen my prick with a glance. Hell, I got hard just imagining they glanced at me. I was learning to flirt with them and even had some success kissing some girls in my class. I knew what I wanted from them but I still hadn’t built up enough courage to make a pass at anyone. I was getting turned on hard, my nuts ached daily but my only sexual outlet was self-inflicted satisfaction in the lonely hours of the night.

By the time I was 16 and Madison 17, she was dating some smug looking super stud football star. I didn’t like him because he was one of those guys that could get any girl he wanted, any time. Why my sister hung with him I don’t know but she was gaga over him. I wasn’t dating anyone; most of my time was spent with my friends telling each other lies about how great we were with girls.

One early summer night I was walking home from a friend’s house, taking a shortcut across a field between two streets. Half way across I noticed a car parked under the large trees on the north side of the field. It was super stud’s car, the guy my sister was dating. The moon was about half full, bright enough that I could see the silhouette of him in the back seat necking with a girl; I assumed immediately that it was Madison who had her lips welded to his. Instinctively I ducked lower and crept closer to the car. I reached the blackest shadows under the nearest tree and stood in the dark, opposite the four wheeled love nest. The windows were open so and I could see and hear the two of them, they were so busy with each other they had no clue I was just a few feet away.

I could hear him talking trash, telling her how beautiful and sexy she was and she was wondering out loud if he really meant that or was he just trying to have sex with her. Super stud assured Madison that he loved her deeply and forever and was willing to prove it. I could see well enough that I watched his hands busy on my sister’s body. She wasn’t fighting for her virtue very hard and in a short time her blouse was open and her bra was pushed up to her neck while he was licking and kissing her tits with one of his hands under her skirt. I could hear Madison moaning quietly, cautioning him to go slow but it was obvious that she was heating up fast. As I watched the seduction of my sister, my own cock began to grow.

Stud and Madison wrestled and twisted around the seat as he pulled her panties off. I watched as she laid back and put one leg over the back of the seat, I guessed the other foot was on the floor; in that position she would be wide open between the thighs which is where he wanted to be. He managed to unbend enough to open his pants and pull them down. I caught a flash of his bare butt before he eased down on her. Not only was my cock solid, my balls were beginning to ache. I heard Madison tell him “You have to be careful, this is my first time and I don’t want to get pregnant.”

It took a few seconds to realize what I had just heard. My sister was giving up her virginity? I was witness to her first time? He grunted back at her “It’s okay, I’ll pull out before I finish.”

There was a pause, nothing but still air around the car then I heard Madison cry out “Ohh, Ow! Stop!”

He answered her protest with, “Shss – it only hurts for a little, you’re gonna like it from now on.”

It didn’t sound to me that she liked it; she simpered softly “Stop. It hurts, let me up.”

Madison didn’t say any more but he didn’t stop. I could hear his body slapping hers as he screwed her. A few minutes later he hissed “Aww that feels so fucking good” and went limp.

Madison wailed into the dark, “You said you would pull out! You didn’t pull out! What if I get pregnant?”

He looked down on her, “Shut the fuck up, you can’t get knocked up the first time.”

I was torn. I was excited because of the sex show but pissed at him because he unloaded in my sister after he told her he wouldn’t. The urgent need in my balls overcame the anger so I stepped back around the tree, pulled my dick out and began to jack my handle while the lovers rearranged their clothes.

About the time I sprayed the tree with my seed, I heard Madison ask him to drive her home. He shot back, “Why? You only live a couple of blocks from here, you can walk.” A door opened then slammed shut as I tucked my relaxing prick back behind the zipper. I peeked around the tree to see my sister running through the pale moonlight toward home. I stayed where I was, waiting, watching; I wanted to see what Stud was going to do.

As soon as Madison blended into the dark, he pulled out his smartphone and punched in a number. A short pause later I heard him say. “Hi, whacha doin? Can I come over, I got a little something for you?” Another pause, “Yeah, I was out with her but she don’t put out and I have a real need for a good fuck. Lemme come over and I’ll put my cock anywhere you want it.” I didn’t hear what was said to him but he replied “Oh that’s sweeeet, get hot bitch, I’ll be there in ten.”

I could only stand and stare at the fading tail lights of the car. He had used Madison, taken her virginity and now was headed somewhere to see another girl. I wasn’t mad, I wasn’t envious; I wasn’t sure how to feel about what I had just witnessed.

The next few days Madison was sullen and moody, her eyes cast sadly to the floor. Our parents kept asking her what was wrong but she remained silent. I knew why; I’d been there and knew what had put her in the bad mood. Five days later we left for our annual trip. Twelve days of fun and joy traveling down the highway in a cramped old RV with a wounded, angry big sister and my parents. The novelty of these trips was wearing thin.

The first night out I slept on the reclined passenger’s seat of the RV. Madison was poisonous and I didn’t want to get too close to her. The next morning she woke me as she pushed past to go outside, she left the door open and I could see her trying to call someone. Whoever it was didn’t answer so she left a message, “Call me. It’s okay, I’m not mad anymore about what we did in the car. You can call me.”

She was talking to the stud’s voice mail. For the rest of the day she was quiet, pensive. Her phone rang a couple of times and she snatched it up, looked at caller ID then tossed it back down.

That night after we were camped my sister and I were walking around a small lake. The sun was waning to the west dropping a trail of weak stars to light the early evening. She still wasn’t talking so I asked her what was wrong, why she was so disturbed. I already knew but I thought she might need to get it out. She shook her head, “Leave me alone” she growled, “I just have to think.”

“Think about what? What you did in the car last Friday?”

Madison grabbed my arm and spun me around to face her, eyes wide in shock, “What do you know about that?”

I didn’t want her to know I sneaked up on her, “Your idiot shit boyfriend almost ran over me. I was standing by the big tree, I was there the whole time.” She stopped breathing, her face transformed into a mask of misery, tears begin to flow. In a moment she was sobbing trying to hide her face in her hands as she blubbered. I felt bad for her so I reached around her waist and pulled her close then held her as she cried.

I’m several inches taller than my sister so she soaked the front of my shirt for a minute or two then moved back and sat down, pulling me with her. “He hasn’t called me” she admitted.

That didn’t surprise me. She was quiet but I was curious, I was hoping she wanted to talk about what she had done. Sex was still a mystery to me and I wanted to hear how she felt about it. “Is that the only time you let a guy fuck you?”