Ashley – part 5 – Family Vacation

Incest stories: Ashley – part 5 – Family Vacation

Ashley’s family go on vacation to celebrate the wild summer they had been enjoying.

My name is Ashley just before the end of the summer my mother, father, brother, and I went for a family vacation. The night before our family vacation my brother Ryan and I had a night filled with oral sex. Ever since my mother found out that I was getting curious about sex at the beginning of the summer, she has been encouraging me to experiment with Ryan.

Ryan and I have passed the experimentation phase, but we are still learning and teaching each other. Given our parents reactions when spying on us they seemed to be as happy with the arrangement as Ryan and me. The night started with him going down on me. I came so many times I became too sensitive so we switched places. I swallowed at least three loads of cum before he became too tired for a fourth. All the while anytime we got tired and slowed down we could hear our parents down stairs also having sex.

This started us going again. It was a long and passionate night, but eventually I collapsed on my bed and Ryan headed to his room to crash. Our parents had gone quiet a short time before we did. We didn’t know where we were going for the vacation, but we did know our mom had mentioned getting an early start. Luckily we had retired to my bedroom very early and were able to get in a few hours of sleep before it was time to get up the next day.

Dad had let us know that we would be in the car a while so I decided to go with cute and sexy, but comfortable. I had on a pleated wrap around skirt. It was long enough to not flash everyone, but loose enough that if we happened to get an opportunity for a quickie it could be pushed out of the way without taking it off. For my top I went with a snug shirt that was low cut enough to get stares, but not so low to go from cute to slut. I headed down stairs where Ryan was loading the car. It looked like he might have planned to torture me too. He was wearing a tight athletic shirt that did a great job of showing off his chest and arms. He had jean shorts just loose enough that I could probably slide my hand in his waistband.

Once the car was loaded Ryan and I sat in back with our parents in the front and my dad driving. The first hour or two in the car was ok, a little flirting between Ryan and I, but that was pretty much it. We couldn’t do too much with our parents up front. The radio was on low for background noise so we could talk in softer voices without being heard up front, but if we wanted to have a conversation with our parents we didn’t have to shout. The few stops we made along the way one of our parents was always around so as much as I wanted to touch Ryan I didn’t dare do it.

I knew my mom would be ok with it at home, but I didn’t know how she would feel about it in public where we could be seen and caught. Things didn’t really get interesting until the last stop before we left the interstate. My dad came out of gas station convenience store with a foam cooler. When he got to the car he looked over everything and said he didn’t plan the packing very well. The back of the car was full of our luggage so there wasn’t any place to put the cooler. He suggested I sit on Ryan’s lap and we could set the cooler in the back seat. He said we could stay off the interstate at this point and take it easy since I wouldn’t be able to have a seat belt. Ryan and I agreed and we piled back into the car.

The roads weren’t as well maintained as the interstate so there were a lot more bumps and rough parts. It didn’t take long before I felt Ryan get hard under me. I decided to torture him a little by grinding on him a little more than necessary drawing a few soft groans from him as we travelled. Every once in a while our route would take us off the paved roads onto a dirt road. They were my favorite. They say don’t be in such a rush to reach your destination that you forget to enjoy the trip, and I was definitely enjoying the ride.

Eventually Ryan couldn’t take it anymore. He whispered into my ear and asked me to help him take my panties off. He must have seen the look of panic in my eyes as I looked back at him over my shoulder because then he whispered not to worry that my skirt was perfect for hiding anything we did. Just then we hit a small pot hole and he ground into me. The fear melted away into excitement of getting away with it while our parents were right there. Ryan and I were behind dad so we mostly just had to be careful mom didn’t see.

I felt Ryan hook his thumb around the waist band of my panties with his right hand. He hid his hand under my skirt. The back of my skirt had slowly worked its way out from under me so I was sitting directly on Ryan’s shorts with just my panties between us. It was harder for me to hide my hand under my skirt so I took the left side slipping my thumb under my waistband where my body hid me from mom’s view.

On the next bump I lifted up slightly and we both pushed my panties down so they were just under the edge of my skirt. Then we hit another dirt road and we easily hid the movement of quickly sliding them out under my skirt, past my knees and down to my ankles. I stepped out of them and pushed them slightly under my dad’s seat. Then if we made another stop they would be out of view if anyone happened to look in the back.

The denim of his shorts wasn’t exactly soft, but it wasn’t uncomfortable either. With his left hand he reached under my skirt and around me. I spread my legs a little to allow him access and he began sliding his finger up and down the length of my pussy. He gently slid the tip of his middle finger in me and explored till he found my clit.

Then he made small circles the way he had watched me do it when I masturbated. It felt good and was extremely exciting with the risk. He whispered in my ear again and asked me to lean forward and ask dad how close we were getting. I sighed in discontent as he pulled his hand from under my skirt. I started leaning forward and I could swear I heard the soft metallic sound of a zipper.

I grinned at the brassiness of Ryan and asked my dad if we were getting close, he said it would probably still be a little over an hour on back roads. I slid back onto Ryan’s lap and he casually held the back of my skirt so it didn’t get trapped beneath me. I felt the skin of his hard cock slid between my ass and lay ridged against my pussy. It was heaven. We tried maneuvering a bit to line him up with me, but it was very difficult since he wasn’t small. Even with the bumps it was very hard to be subtle. We had almost given up when we finally came to another dirt road.

I’m sure if anyone had been paying attention my final bounce was a little high to be believed, but our parents seemed to be talking up front and not paying much attention. He finally slid into me. I was extremely wet from fooling around to this point and judging by the smear of pre-cum across my backside between the two of us there was plenty of lubrication for him to stretch me open and slide in. As he slid in I closed my eyes and lifted my chin breathing out deeply with relief at finally having him inside me.

I realized where I was and quickly dropped my chin back down and opened my eyes to see if anyone noticed. I thought I caught a glimpse of my dad’s gaze in the rearview mirror, but I wasn’t sure. We were still on the dirt road and the vibrations traveled up the car into Ryan’s cock and into me. It felt really good, but eventually we ran out of dirt road and returned to pavement. We moved as much as we could without drawing attention. It was difficult to not lose myself and just start riding him, but I kept control of myself. I silently thanked my cheer coach for all the workouts that left my legs strong and able to support me for long periods without getting tired.

Ryan and I had been having sex in the backseat for probably ten or fifteen minutes. It was slow, deep, and felt really good. Then Ryan spoke up and I froze. “Hey dad,” my eyes shot to the rearview mirror, “could you put down the sun visor so we can get a good view of what mom is doing?”

I could only see my dad’s eyes in the mirror, I first read surprise, then the way his eyes scrunched I was guessing he started grinning. He glanced over at mom drawing my attention to her. I couldn’t hear what she said, but looked like she said “sure.” Her sun visor was down, her eyes were just out of view but I could see her mouth which twitched up into a smirk.

I was getting even more confused and feeling Ryan’s cock in me was definitely having an effect on my cognitive speed. That’s when I noticed moms arm intertwined with dad’s on the arm rest. Looking closer I could see her arm wrapped behind dad’s, but it didn’t cross back up onto the arm rest, instead it looked like it went into dad’s seat. Her arm was also moving very slightly, but rhythmically. That’s when my brain finally started catching up. I thought my mom might have been giving my dad a hand job in the front seat.

I looked back to her visor and the mirror and the fact that dad did not having his visor down also clued me in that the sun was in the wrong place for her visor to be any use. Looking back at the rearview mirror and my dad, I shouldn’t have been able to see his eyes, maybe one of them, but mostly the side of his head. Our parents had been watching us from the front seat since dad suggested I sit on Ryan’s lap.

The thought process seemed to take forever, but only seconds had passed. My dad reached up and lowered his sun visor. I saw my mom’s hand come into view sliding up and down the length of my dad’s cock. As her hand came to the top her thumb and index finger came together rubbing the tip of my dad’s head. The strokes were long and smooth. Then Ryan called back up to the front that it was perfect.

My dad let go of the mirror and returned it to the arm rest. Ryan put his hands on my hips, lifted me, and thrust back up into me. I automatically ground down trying to get more of him inside me with a grown of pleasure. Then I let out a deep breath realizing that I’d been holding it since Ryan called out.