TW: This story contains scenes of incest and group sex without consent. All participants are over 18 years of age.
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It had been over a year since Krissy Nguyen and her little brother Kimo had taken ecstasy and spent an entire night rubbing, kissing, licking, sucking, and fucking one another as if they weren't related at all. It may have been the drugs, or it may have been the sibling bond, but in the time since, neither had had any experience that even came close to it in intensity or passion.
Nonetheless, they didn't talk about it. They never spoke of it, and had never done it again. Not that they weren't both tempted, but first of all, their folks came home from vacation just a couple of days later, so having that kind of uninhibited alone-time out from under their parental gaze became much more challenging. Secondly, though, deep down they both knew that -- as incredibly enervating and powerful as it had felt -- it was not something of which they should make a habit.
Although, they perpetuated the warm, close, and affectionate relationship that they had always had before. When Krissy came home from college for the odd weekend or break, she would always hug Kimo tightly, pressing her breasts hard against Kimo's chest. She liked to lie on the couch with her head in his lap, her hand resting gently on his thigh, and could often feel his penis grow ever so perceptibly under her cheek as he ran his fingers through her hair. Whenever saying hello or goodbye, she would kiss him on the lips and linger just a nanosecond longer than a chaste sibling kiss should last. Still, nobody thought anything of it: Krissy and Kimo had always been close and affectionate and their parents liked that they had a strong bond.
At the end of Krissy's Christmas break, a polar vortex coupled with a blizzard and what seemed to be the global malfunction of airline personnel management software left Krissy without a viable flight back to school. Classes were starting in just a few days, and she needed to get back to campus. When her father suggested that she and Kimo borrow his Audi convertible and drive her back to campus, they both leapt at the idea. Neither of them had any romantic plans, but they also both craved some alone time and this would be a perfect opportunity.
Kimo packed a small duffel bag, since he was only going to be gone for a few days. Krissy loaded all of her belongings into the Audi's trunk. Early on a warm California afternoon they waved goodbye to their parents and set off with Kimo behind the wheel for the twelve-hour drive north.
"Bro -- you remember two summers ago when we went driving this Audi up Highway 280 with the top down?" Krissy asked.
"You mean the time you got naked in the passenger seat and exposed yourself to an entire freeway full of commuters? How could I forget?" Kimo responded.
Krissy laughed. "Good times, good times. That whole summer was crazy. You face-fucking Cayleigh in front of me...." She laughed again.
"You made that happen. You made a lot of things happen that summer." Kimo said.
"Like taking your virginity on the living room floor!" By this time Krissy couldn't stop laughing and Kimo chuckled too.
"I've been with a few other girls since then, but nothing has compared to that." He responded wistfully.
"Don't romanticize it too much!" Krissy chastised him, "Sex just gets better the more you do it. And there's no shortage of good drugs and good pussy in the world. Your future is bright!"
"No shortage of dick either -- as I am sure you know." Kimo retorted.
"Oh I know, little bro, I know. Do I ever!" Krissy sighed.
Krissy put her left hand on Kimo's right thigh and stroked it lovingly. "You're the best, little bro."
"No YOU are!" Kimo shot back.
A few hours flew by, and the siblings listened to music together, talked about their friends, their lovers, school, their plans for the next summer. To pass the time they started to play "truth or truth."
"What's the largest number of people you ever had sex with at once?" Kimo asked.
"Well, I guess that depends what your definition of 'having sex' is -- there was the time you watched Cisco and your other two friends do Cayleigh and me on the living room couch -- so that was three, ish. I had sex with a girl in the bathroom at a rave with dozens of people around -- some of them watching us -- but it was just she and I having sex. Last fall I went to a frat party and a few of the guys and I had a little fun upstairs together -- there were four of them. So I guess four."
"Are you shitting me? You had sex with four guys at the same time?" Kimo asked, astounded. He had expected the answer to be two!
"Mostly it was one or two of them at a time." Krissy responded, "But at some point one of them was fucking my pussy, one was in my mouth, and I had a hand around the cock of each of the other two -- so yes, I guess."
"Whoa!" Exclaimed Kimo. "Is that called an 'air-tight seal'?"
"An air-tight seal is pussy, ass, and mouth at the same time. My ass was not part of the equation that night. But almost!" Krissy responded.
"Why not? It seems like you're always doing varsity-level sex stuff -- why not that?" Kimo asked.
"I've done anal," Krissy answered, "but it's not my favorite thing in the world, and when there's already a dick in my pussy, it just seems like a lot. You know?"
"I do not know at all!" Kimo laughed, "But I can imagine."
"I can tell that you can!" Krissy said, flicking her middle finger against the bulge rising in Kimo's jeans.
"Hey -- be gentle with him!" Kimo chastised her while chuckling. "That's not industrial grade! At this rate you might have to help me take care of him!"
"No way, Kimo. We can't do that again. But you can take care of yourself while I watch -- just like the good old days!" Krissy offered.
Kimo was slightly disappointed, but he agreed with her -- sex between siblings could become a bad habit. "Yeah, ok." He said as he started rubbing his penis through his pants.
"Hold on!" Krissy said. "Before you do that, I need to pee so bad! There was a sign for services up ahead -- let me take care of my bladder first."
Kimo took the next exit, and they both scanned the roadside for a gas station, but all they saw was a road-side dive bar with half a dozen Harley-Davidsons and a couple of pickup trucks out front.
"I don't know, Krissy -- I don't see any services, and this place looks a little sketch." He said, warily.
"I'm just popping in and out -- it'll take two minutes. Come on -- what's the worst that can happen? We meet some big bad bikers?" Krissy taunted her little brother.
"Fine." Kimo said, and turned the car into the gravel parking lot, steering it to rest between two large trucks. They unbuckled their seat belts and hopped out of the car.
"Are you going to come in and protect me?" Krissy taunted him again.
As they opened the door and stepped into the bar, the question seemed more prescient. There were a dozen or so people in the smoky room, mostly men, mostly white, mostly wearing biker gang leathers, and all heads turned to gawk at the attractive young Asian couple who had just entered their sanctum. The room smelled of stale beer, tobacco smoke, and faintly of vomit. A little voice in Krissy's head said that they should turn around and find someplace else -- heck, she could just go behind a tree somewhere -- but it was not in her nature to be intimidated. She steeled herself, grabbed Kimo by his hand, and marched up to the bar.
"Hey there little lady," said the bartender, looking Krissy up and down luridly. She was wearing a tight white t-shirt and a short denim skirt, and realized that her nipples and long tan legs were on full display. "What can I serve ya?" He pulled two cleanhighball glasses up and turned them over onto the bar.
"My boyfriend and I were hoping you would let us use your bathroom." Krissy said -- hoping that announcing Kimo as her boyfriend would somehow shield her from the gaze of every man in the room.
"Bathrooms are for paying customers only." Responded the bartender. "There's a county rest stop on the freeway thirty miles north, though."
"I can't possibly wait that long. We'll have a couple of drinks and stay a minute. What kind of wine do you have?" Krissy asked as Kimo stood by quietly taking in the uncomfortable scene around them.
The bartender rolled his eyes slightly, "We've got lager, ale, and whiskey."
"Two whiskeys, two lagers." Krissy responded.
The bartender poured two fingers of cheap whiskey into each of the highball glasses, and drew two pints of lager from the tap behind the bar. "That'll be sixteen dollars." He said.
Kimo drew a twenty-dollar bill out of his pocket and set it on the bar. "Keep the change."
"Oh well that's very kind of you, sir. Much obliged." The bartender said with a derisive tone. "There's just one bathroom -- it's over there." He pointed toward the far corner of the bar, where there was door, propped open, and a sink visible just beyond it.
"Thank you so much!" Krissy said before making her way toward the rest room.
The bathroom looked like it hadn't been properly cleaned in years. It featured a single stall with no door, a urinal, and a sink. The once-white subway-tiled walls were completely covered in graffiti, and the entire floor was damp, especially around the toilet and the urinal. The smell of vomit and stale piss was strong.
Krissy made her way into the stall, pulled her thong down to her knees and sat gingerly on the toilet, staring at her toes as she emptied her swollen bladder into the bowl. At that moment, one of the bikers came lumbering in through the open door, gave Krissy a leer, and opened his belt to relieve himself into the urinal which was directly in front of the door-less toilet stall.
