Some fun in the car
From Torg Adventure
We got the car loaded up, though my stiffy never let up, since Aimee kept rubbing up against it or squeezing it any time Mom turned her back or went into the house to get something.
Finally everything was packed, we got in the car and drove off. Aimee and I sat in the back seat like we always did. Mom was used to it, since, when Dad had been around, he either drove or sat next to her. My sister and I had perfected the art of appearing to read or something, while fondling ourselves or each other. Mom couldn't see into the backseat, so we were safe, as long as we kept quiet.
This trip was no different. We had barely gotten out of the neighborhood before I felt Aimee's hand on my thigh and then on my bulge. I grinned at her and pretended to go back to reading, but slid my hand onto her thigh. It was bare and smooth. I loved the feel of it. She rubbed and groped my cock through my pants, while I ran my fingers under her skirt.
"We are going to have a great time this weekend, guys," Mom began. My sister and I just stroked each other, keeping our faces neutral. "I haven't seen Aunt Karen for a couple years."
"Yeah, and we haven't seen Megan and Josh since then either," Aimee said. Our cousins were also twins, born a month after the two of us. It made an interesting family story. My sister squeezed my unit, bringing back a memory of the four of us making out and groping each other in Aunt Karen's beach house, the last time we'd all been together on a trip like this.
"Yeah, I'm so glad the four of you get along so well," Mom replied. "I always loved seeing my cousins, but sometimes we fought like crazy."
I suppressed a laugh, but then Aimee stopped stroking briefly. I looked down. She very carefully unzipped my zipper, as silent as mouse. My fingers found her panties damp from her excitement and my spunk. Her fingers delved into my boxers, withdrawing my shaft out the fly. I nearly moaned out loud, but managed to cover it with a cough.
Aimee was rotating her hips around from my touching her so intimately. I found the leg opening of her panties and crept my hand inside. My fingers were now surrounded by moist warmth.
"Oh, we get into it with them sometimes," I said mischievously. "We just hide it from you, so you don't worry. It's nothing." My sister stifled a moan from my fingers attention to her mound.
My cock was leaking pre-cum, which Aimee used to lubricate me, so she could fist my length. I dipped my fingertip into her slit, getting it slick with her fluids.
"Okay, just don't go too far in annoying them. We're going to be here for two weeks. I'm not driving back early."
"Okay, we won't!" we said in unison with a sing-songy lilt in our voices. We sounded like we were ten. We often said things at the same time, or completed the other's sentences.
Mom said, "I want to relax a bit. You guys read or whatever. I'm going to listen to some tunes." She flicked on the radio and switched the channel to the oldies rock station. Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Gimme Three Steps" blared out the speakers.
What happens next?
