I lay on my bed and closed my eyes. Strangely, the vision that came to me first was Barbara Eden. Dressed in her genie costume, bending before me. She turned and it was now my mother in the outfit. I grasped my cock, and in my fantasy, it was my mother stroking me. She begged me to cum on her tits, that beautiful cleavage between the red and pink costume. My mind shifted to my sister. Standing above me wearing a short skirt. I could see her pussy and she ordered me to lick her. ‘Kiss it, Chrissy. Lick your sister’s cunt, you little sissy.’ I imagined burying my face between her folds, tasting her juices, and sucking on her clit. I came across my stomach and chest with the sound of ‘Chrissy the sissy’ ringing in my ears. And as I wiped my warm cum from my body and licked it off my fingers, I wondered what the fuck was going on in my mind?
*
The train pulled into the station in the late afternoon. There were few people on the platform and fewer in the station itself. When I stepped out into the mountain air, I knew why. It was freezing, and I was thankful Rebecca had forewarned me. I lifted the collar of my black pea coat around my neck and looked around for any sign of my sister’s car. Shortly after, a grey, older model Mercedes pulled up in front of the station and tooted its horn, and peering through the misted windows I saw Rebecca beaming a broad smile back at me.
The trunk opened as I approached the car and I threw my bag in and hurriedly entered the passenger side, grateful to be out of the icy air. The car’s interior was warm, and I was given an equally as warm greeting from Rebecca. She looked beautiful as usual, her brown hair in a ponytail, and little make-up. Dressed lightly considering the conditions in a woolen high-collar grey dress that clung to her body tightly, ending mid-thigh. She wore black opaque tights, her legs slightly spread to stay on the pedals.
“Cold enough for you little brother?” She laughed as we pulled out of the parking lot.
“It’s fucking freezing, I’m glad you warned me,” I answered, breathing in the sweet smell of her perfume as I placed my hands over the heating vent.
“I bought some Wild Turkey,” she replied, nodding to the bottle of bourbon in the back seat. “That’ll help warm us up when we get home. You still drink that don’t you?”
“You bet. So is Dean gone?” I asked, with a little apprehension in my voice.
“Geez, it didn’t take you long? Yes, he flew out last night. What is it with you two?”
“It’s a long story,” I replied.
“Well, I’ve got the time if you want to tell me. Anyway, you should give him a chance; he’s changed a lot. You’ve changed as well!” Rebecca looked at me and smiled as she drove.
“How do you mean?” I asked.
“Well look at you, I hardly recognized you back there. Your long hair, that beanie, the nice jacket. Very stylish, you look a bit like a model, how can I be sure you’re actually my little brother? Oh, I know!” She took a hand off the wheel and placed her index finger in her mouth. I knew exactly what she was planning on doing. When she’d determined enough saliva coated her digit, she pulled it out, reached over, and pushed it into my ear. I didn’t protest or fight her off, just allowed her to degrade me in her special way.
“Well, that proves it I suppose, I don’t think anyone else would let me give them a wet willy whenever I want, would they?”
I shook my head. We’d slipped back instantly into our old ways. Her dominance over me was going to continue it seemed.
“And I CAN do it whenever I want, can’t I?” Her eyes pierced into mine, waiting for my response.
I gave her what she demanded and submissively nodded my head.
She laughed again but it was without malice, and it delighted me that I’d pleased her.
A few minutes down the road, a police car with its lights flashing and several traffic cones blocked the road ahead of us. “Well, this doesn’t look good,” Rebecca observed as she pulled up alongside the cruiser. A policeman dressed in a warm-looking coat and hat exited the vehicle and approached the driver’s side of our car. Rebecca lowered her window and greeted the officer. “What’s going on Hank?” She asked.
“Oh, hey there Bec,” he looked across at me in the passenger seat with some curiosity and Rebecca was quick to answer his obvious thought.
“This is my brother; Christopher. He’s helping us out with some painting up at the house,” she offered, and Hank seemed to lighten and nodded his hat to me in a welcome.
“Road’s blocked at the pass Bec. You’ll be able to make it as far as your place but there’ll be no one getting through over the mountain. Snow’s really coming down up there. I’ll send Jerry up with the plow tomorrow mornin’. ’til then I’d keep off the roads, mind. I’ll move the cones for you, but you drive safe now you hear!” He nodded his hat again at us both and moved off to clear our way.
“Fuck, you really do live in the middle of nowhere,” I stated.
“Yep, and we breed ’em tough up here little brother,” she replied, waving to the policeman in thanks as we drove on.
Rebecca’s house was about 10 miles out of town, and we’d driven roughly halfway. We were happily singing along to Islands in the Stream, each of us doing the Dolly and Kenny parts. Just as the second chorus began, a deer leaped out onto the road and ran in front of the car. Rebecca swore and turned the steering wheel trying to brake. The wheels skidded on the surface and must have hit ice or the grass on the verge. The next thing we knew the car was sideways, the rear left the road first, a back quarter panel slamming against a tree. The impact spun the car again and the next was even more severe. The driver’s side smashed against another tree; this caused the airbag to deploy and Bec’s window to shatter in on her. The car came to rest in a snow-filled ditch, and the engine died.
*
The accident had happened so quickly, but I’d seen every detail as if in slow motion. I think we were both in a state of shock as we sat there still for a few moments but the cold air entering through Rebecca’s window brought us to our senses. Rebecca was quick to ask if I was ok and from what I could tell we both were extremely fortunate to have survived unscathed. The airbag hadn’t been necessary to stop Bec from colliding with the wheel and it was more annoying than anything as it had coated both her and the front of the car with a fine rubbery dust.
Rebecca wasn’t dressed adequately enough to survey the damage outside of the car, so I told her to stay put while I exited the vehicle. From what I could see that wasn’t covered in snow, the car was a write-off. I thought of my extra clothes in the trunk, but after getting Rebecca to release the lock and trying to open the buckled rear, I realized it was futile. The metal had bent over and effectively sealed the trunk closed. Trying to call 911, I found I could get no coverage either at the car or up on the road, the same with Rebecca’s phone and she wasn’t surprised when I informed her. After some debate, we decided that trying to walk to either the house or back to town in this weather was suicidal and our best bet was to stay in the car until the morning.
I was quite proud of how I was handling the situation. The broken window was an issue, but I solved it by using a floor mat to plug the gap and piling up the snow behind to secure it in place. By the time I’d completed the task the car was relatively air-tight, and my fingers were nearly frozen. I jumped into the backseat with Rebecca, and she immediately noticed my blue hands. “Oh, fuck Chris, your hands! Here, give them to me,” she took hold of my wrists and pulled them towards her. My initial thought was she was going to place them on her breasts, but she lifted her arms and wedged them under each of her armpits. The warmth and softness were pleasing, and my wrists were essentially pressing against her breasts anyway. I couldn’t believe it but even in the situation we were in, my cock began to harden.
After a while, the blood began to flow freely back into my hands, and I reluctantly released them from my sister’s body. We assessed the situation we were in and although uncomfortable, it could’ve been worse. I used the remaining floor mats to insulate the side windows and pulled back the front seats to provide us with a cocoon-like area on the back seat. As Rebecca was only wearing one layer, I insisted she have my jacket and beanie and she agreed but only if we cuddled together to stay warm. I was in no state to decline the offer. It was actually quite cozy, of course, it was cold, but when we discovered the bourbon had survived the accident as well, our spirits dramatically improved.
As the afternoon turned to night, we used our phones intermittently for illumination and passed the bottle freely between us. Rebecca had decided the best way for us to keep warm was for me to sit with my back to the door and she with her back to me, between my legs. She’d removed the jacket and had it over her legs which were up on the seat before her. In this position, my cock was pressed against her lower back, and my left arm wrapped around her stomach under her breasts. With the smell of her perfume and her hair on my face; I was in heaven.
The night stretched on. We’d both become suitably drunk and with bourbon still in the bottle we decided to try and get some sleep. Initially, we spooned with the jacket over both our bodies. I cradled her head with my arm and I rested mine on hers. My other arm clutched her stomach above her pelvis. I tried my best to stave off the erection that I knew was coming. My cock was pressed hard against her soft ass and with every subtle movement on her and my behalf, it had a masturbatory effect. After some time and with Rebecca not mentioning anything, I allowed my hardness to fully press between the cheeks of her bottom. Each time a surge of blood entered my cock, causing it to throb, I thought she’d put an end to it, but she remained mute. She must have felt it, I thought. Maybe she was enjoying it?
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