A Trip with My Brother to Utah

The story was not helped with AI and does not contain sexual acts by minors.

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My childhood was a happy one. Both my parents were hard-working, soft-spoken, and loving. While we weren't Rockefeller's rich, we lived comfortably and were able to afford everything we needed.

My older brother by 2 years, Steve, was my idol. He was patient with me and often helped me with homework and fixing things in my room. I adored him and frequently tried to get his attention to play with me. Occasionally, he'd agree, but I overdid it, and at times, he got annoyed and locked his door.

In high school, Steve was a good student. He liked sports, mainly wrestling. He joined a wrestling academy and, within 2 years, became one of the top three in the state for his weight. He had my father's genes, and in his senior year at high school, his height was only 5'9", but his ripped muscles and washboard abdomen were the envy of other guys.

I inherited my mother's body. All her life, she was chubby with giant boobs and a cute face. I noticed my face and breasts followed her footsteps and was determined to avoid getting fat. I went to a health club 3 times a week and attempted to keep a decent diet. Of course, in high school, there were many temptations to break the exercise routine and diet I followed, but most of the time, I did OK. As a result, throughout high school, my weight was never above 130 pounds, which was reasonable for my 5'5" height.

My chest started growing as a freshman and continued throughout high school. I changed my bra size every 6-12 months. When I was a junior, my bra size was already bigger than D, though I squashed my breasts with smaller bras. Despite my efforts to cover it, the boys noticed my growth and made fun of me with nasty remarks and pulling my bra straps at the back. The worst was Billy. He was a tall guy, about 6', who led a group of 3 around and together were bullying other girls as well.

One day, Billy approached me and offended me in front of a group of classmates, calling me a fat cow. I ran home crying my heart out. Mom was at home and did her best to console me, but I shut my bedroom door and continued sobbing. Two hours later, my brother returned from his classes in college, and Mom told him the story of what had happened. He knocked softly on my door and asked to talk to me. I refused. He said, "Rachel, please, let me in. I think I can help you."

I opened the door with tears in my eyes. He smiled, led me gently to the bathroom, and helped me wash my red face. He kissed my forehead, and I told him what happened. Steve remained silent for a moment and then offered to talk to Billy. I said that Billy was much bigger than him and always walked with 3 friends. Steve laughed, "I've seen similar bullies when I was in high school. Deep down, they are wimps. Trust me, I can handle him." I begged him, "Steve, please don't. I love you and will hate to see you get hurt." He gazed at me and whispered, "Sis, I love you more and will never let NOBODY harass you." Then he left the room.

The following day, during one of the breaks, I saw a small crowd gather near the bubbler. I walked there and saw Steve talking to Billy. I was too far away to hear what he said, but I saw Billy's eyes staring dismissingly at my brother and replying something. Steve approached him, smiled, and challenged him. By then, I was close enough and saw Billy attempting to punch Steve's face. My brother bent in time, and Billy's punch hit the air. Steve said, "Moron, that is your last chance. Leave her alone and never bother her again, or I'll make you regret you ever considered bullying her." Billy tried to kick Steve, but he blocked it with his arm. Then Steve closed the distance between them and, with a rapid maneuver, held Billy's neck in a chokehold. He slapped Billy's face mildly and blurted, "Fuckface, either you give up your stupid behavior, or I'll ask my sister, who's watching us right now, to kick you in the nuts in front of everybody. I have no time for idiots like you!"

To my amazement, Billy began crying. He promised Steve he'd never bother me again. Before Steve let him go, he warned him, "If I ever hear from Rachel that you caused ANY kind of trouble to her or her friends, I suggest you make sure your will is ready!" Next, I saw Billy moving away as fast as he could. I was never tormented by Billy again.

When I was back home, I attacked Steve with hugs and kisses on his cheeks. He pretended to fall on the floor and called Mom to help him. Mom came to the room and laughed, "Rachel, don't kill my son. I'd rather he stays alive for another year or two."

I told her what had happened in school. Mom looked at my brother and mumbled, "Thank you, son. Protecting a family is admirable. I am proud of you."

Steve blushed and mumbled, "It was nothing..."

The way Steve handled my abuse, and especially after watching my strong brother blushing, I changed my admiration to more than that. My feelings toward him increased significantly.

His schedule became busier in college, and I saw him less often than before. However, I found excuses to need his help: Fixing a fallen shelf in my room, moving the heavy desk to the other corner, and loading my car with bags of food to take to my birthday party.

Each time, I repaid him with a big hug. The first time I did it, he tried to disengage, saying it was nothing. The second time, he gently stepped backward and blushed profusely. I wasn't sure why. I pretended that it was OK but later, I cried in my room. The third time, I was successful in hugging him for longer, and then I felt his erection... I gazed at him. His face was ruby red. He mumbled, "Sorry..." and escaped to his room.

I was confused. I more than liked my brother and wished to continue seeking his company, yet his reaction to the closeness surprised me. I knew the theory: Older boys were attracted to girls' boobs, but my brother?!... For the rest of the year, after each time I needed his assistance, I thanked him only with a smile.

I turned 18 just before starting my first year in college. I chose the same community college that Steve attended and continued residing at home, benefitting from sleeping in my own comfortable bed, eating Mom's meals, and letting her do my laundry.

Steve was in his junior year. He began going out with one of his classmates, Bianca. She had a pleasant face and laughed a lot. She was taller than me and had an athletic figure with long legs, skinny waist, and boobs that were on the smallish side. My room was not far from Steve's, and multiple times, I heard them giggle. I was also privy to the fact that they had sex in his room. Bianca was very vocal during their sexual acts and multiple times afterward she commented about the experience. Multiple times, she complained his wish for oral was unrealistic and that his big dick hurt her.

About 2 months into my freshman year, a handsome guy, who was a year older, began pursuing me. He did it in a gentlemanly way, offering help in school and saying that if I ever felt lonely, I could call him and we'd go to a movie together. One evening, I got tired of my routine and called him. We went to the theater together. It was a silly romantic comedy. When it ended, he took me home. As he parked by the front door, he asked shyly if he could kiss me. He was nice and non-pushy, so I agreed. When his lips touched mine, I hugged him. He French kissed me, and his tongue invaded my mouth. It was the first time I got kissed like that. I hugged him tighter, and the next thing I heard was him groaning loudly as he came in his pants. He apologized and explained I was too sexy. I smiled and said it was OK. I met him 2 more times. I even let him cup my tits over my blouse, but each time, he ejaculated prematurely. After our 3rd date, I texted him that I was sorry, but we were not meant for each other. He didn't answer.

As time went on, Steve's sexual escapades with Bianca began bothering me. I was jealous of Bianca's ability to tie my brother down, as well as upset at her for bitching about him after the sex. To my surprise, a month later, they separated. I tried to interrogate Steve about what happened, but his face turned red, and he refused.

A week later, I heard him through his closed door calling a travel agency, trying to cancel some tickets. I was curious, yet not so much as to stop and snoop. I went to my room and chatted with Barbara about her new hairstyle. Sometime later, the whole family gathered around the dinner table. Steve looked angry; I could see it on his face. I asked him what was the problem. He blurted that he had tried multiple times to cancel the trip he planned to go with Bianca, and the travel agency pushed him around.

I asked him, "Where and when did you wish to go?"

"We scheduled a trip to Utah's national parks for a week during the upcoming vacation."

I thought fast, "My vacation occurs at the same time, and both Zion and Bryce Canyon are on my bucket list. If you cannot cancel your trip and get your money back, I'll be happy to join you, assuming you don't find somebody else you'd rather go with."

Mom grinned, "Stevie, it's a great idea. Neither of you have been out of the state, and I prefer Rachel travels with you than with another guy."

Steve glanced at me and mumbled, "Rachel, I'll be happy to travel with you, provided that we stick by the original plan and you do not fight with me on timing, restaurants, and phone calls."

I lifted my right hand, "Scout's honor."

Steve said changing the name on the tickets should be easier than getting the money back, and he was right. I was very excited and thought of hugging him, but stopped myself, recalling what had happened last time.

The next day, he showed me the itinerary: The plan was to land in Las Vegas Friday evening, rent an SUV, and drive to Zion Park. Stay there for 2 days and head to Bryce Canyon for an additional 2 days. Next, we could continue to either Capitol Reef or Canyonlands and finish in Arches National Park before heading back to Vegas.

I was thrilled. I could not plan the trip better. The following day, I went to a nearby large store and bought some comfortable clothes and sneakers. I had no prior experience, so I read about the predicted weather as well as notes from bloggers who had been there before. Most importantly, I trusted Steve would take care of our needs.

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Our direct flight to Las Vegas arrived at 2:30 pm. We rented a Toyota RAV4 and headed toward Zion Park. The driving took slightly over 2 hours. We chose to stay at Flanigan's Resort, which was near the south entrance to the park. It was about 5:30 pm. We were tired and elected to rest an hour, then go for dinner, stroll in the area, and go to sleep early because the next day, we planned to climb the famous Angel's Landing.

The registration desk was busy, and we noticed several groups of people around. We stayed in line for half an hour before registering. Steve got the keys, and we went to our room. It was a fantastic room with a balcony looking at the rocky park. There was one problem: It had a single king-size bed. Steve called the front desk and tried to change rooms but the hotel was booked solid. My brother apologized and mentioned he booked all the lodging places for Bianca and him but forgot to change the requests when I joined him. I told him it was OK; the bed was very large, and we'd manage.

In the hotel's Spotted Dog restaurant, we ordered a Hummus plate as an appetizer. My brother took the lamb shank, and I got the red trout. The food was delicious. I wasn't sure if it was that good or because we were very hungry, but it didn't really matter.

After the meal, we walked around. The place was pretty, and faced the park. We sat on the balcony and talked about the next day. Steve reminded me that the famous Angel's Landing Trail was about 5.4 miles roundtrip long with an elevation of almost 1500 feet. I chuckled and said I was in reasonable shape, and if I got tired, we'd take a break and then continue. I've read about this challenging trail and was anxious to climb it and see the out-of-this-world scenery that was promised.

I took a shower first. The shower head and the water flow were amazing. I stood under the hot water for 20 minutes before drying up. I had a long robe on. Steve went to the bathroom next. I opened the TV set and watched a Seinfeld. He came out having only boxers on. His muscular body looked great. I winked at him and joked that if I weren't his sister, I'd be tempted. He blushed and didn't answer. We watched CNN for about an hour, and then turned the lights off and went to sleep.

I slept like a log but woke up at 7:00 am feeling hot under the covers. I drank a glass of water and looked at Steve's side of the bed. He probably felt the same; His blanket was on the side, and he was asleep on his back, snoring lightly. The sun's rays penetrated the room, and I appreciated again Steve's manly body. I noticed he had an impressive tent in his boxers. Did he have an erotic dream?

I was fond of my older brother and hadn't had sex in a while. Suddenly, I had the urge to touch Steve... I took a deep breath, made myself a cup of coffee, and sat on the balcony waiting for him to wake up.

Exactly at 8 am, he opened his eyes. I laughed and called him lazy. He chuckled, brushed his teeth, and drank the coffee I made for him. I wore jeans and a long-sleeved blouse. Steve dressed up, too. He carried a backpack with additional clothing layers, bottles of water, and breakfast to go. We took the Springdale shuttle and reached the trailhead by 9:45. Steve showed the ranger our permit, and we began going up.

The beginning was easy. Then, it became steeper. We made frequent stops and still managed to bypass many other climbers. There were several breathtaking viewpoints along the hike. We took multiple photos. A few times, Steve offered to help me, but I was determined to walk the trail without help. However, the longer it took to reach the summit, the more frequent and longer the breaks were. We made sure to drink plenty of water along the way.

After slightly over 2 hours, with the last part of the climb requiring grasping chains, we reached the peak. In every direction, the sights were absolutely magnificent. I couldn't stop taking pictures. Scout's Lookout was definitely worth the major effort! We ate our breakfast and stayed atop the mountain for half an hour before heading back down.

The descent was easier than the climb up, but certain parts turned out to be slippery. We were almost at the bottom when I slipped on a round stone and fell forward. Steve helped me up. I was lightheaded, and Steve sat me down on a large rock by the trail. He stood in front of me. I raised my head, wanting to tell him to sit down, too, and noticed his eyes focused on my chest. I looked down and realized the upper part of my blouse was ripped on one side, and the bra cup shifted so that a large part of my left breast was exposed. I smiled at Steve. His face was flushed, and there was a big lump in his pants... My brother was ogling my half-naked tit and got excited!... A shiver ran through my spine.

For a long time, I tried to suppress my feelings toward Steve, and the craving to feel his body against mine. I was not only hiding it from him but refused to admit it to myself. At that moment I vowed to myself I wouldn't anymore.

Going back to our hotel, both of us were quiet. As we entered the room, I said I was going to take a shower. I left the bathroom door ajar, pulled a tiny mirror from my travel kit, and placed it in a way that when my back was to the door, I could still watch the door area. I started the water and undressed. I pulled the curtain only partially and entered the tub. The hot water pouring on my body felt great, and vapors began filling the area.

Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I saw a subtle motion at the door. I gazed at the small mirror and saw Steve standing there. I pulled out the liquid soap and used it on my hair. I rubbed it gently on my scalp and continued watching the small mirror. Steve was still there, ogling my backside. I felt moisture beginning to accumulate down there as my arousal increased fast. I turned sideways, letting Steve see me in profile. Like that, his eyes could focus on my massive tits that swayed from side to side. Steve's hand moved to his groin, which displayed a huge bulge.

I couldn't take it anymore and blurted, "Steve, since you are already here, would you do me a favor? My hands hurt after the fall, and I cannot reach my back without feeling the pain. Please, come closer and soap my back."

He hesitated, and then he tiptoed inside. He had only short pants, and his penis pushed the front forward and up. Steve didn't talk. I stayed with my front toward the wall and moved a palm with liquid soap behind my back. He began massaging my shoulders and then descended to my back.

I sighed, "Stevie, your hands feel so good on my skin. I could stay like that forever."

His hands reached my lower back. I whispered, "Please continue."

His fingers trembled as they touched my round ass cheeks. He remained silent and tenderly rubbed the soap on my buttocks.

I murmured, "Your touch feels amazing." I turned toward him and asked, "Will you do my front as well?"

His hands froze, and his eyes explored my body up and down. "Rachel, what are you doing?"

I placed my hand on his covered erection and caressed it tenderly, "Stevie, we want the same thing. We wish to watch, touch, and feel the other one's body. Why deny it? After all, we are adults and love each other."

"Rachel, You are my sister..."

"I loved you all my life and wanted to be in your arms for a long time. I saw the way you looked at me lately, how you peeked at my barely covered tits after I fell, how you stared at my naked ass in the shower, and the humongous tent in your shorts. Honey, I know you want me. Stop resisting your temptation and give in to your desires the same way I will."

"Rachel dear, I do love you, but bedding my little sister?!..."

I arched my back, pushing my breasts forward, and said, "In case you haven't noticed, I may be your sister, but not that LITTLE anymore."

His eyes concentrated on my dark, hard nipples, and he seemed hypnotized. I grabbed his large palm and helped him cup my boob.

"Feel it? My breast is warm and craves your touch..."

Steve, my strong brother, looked helpless, not knowing what to do. My fingers slowly lowered his shorts and exposed his raging cock. My hand engulfed the shaft and bobbed it gingerly.

It took Steve half a minute to wake up and capture the situation we were in. He mumbled, "Please, Rachel, let's talk about it."

"No, darling. Like you, I waited patiently for no good reason. All the signs are there. Enough. Help me dry up, and let's go to bed."

Steve followed me to bed like a zombie. He was awake, and his eyes explored my assets, yet his usual demeanor was absent. He looked like a death row inmate walking to the electric chair, except that his pole was at full mast.

In bed, I gently pushed him on his back, stood above him with my legs on both sides of his tummy, and gradually descended on his beautifully engorged penis. My pussy was soaked and ready. I aimed the head into the entrance and dropped further until my ass was well anchored on his hips. I began moving up and down on Stevie, watching his widened eyes following the bounce of my large breasts.

Next, I took both his palms and pressed them on my achy nipples. His eyes fluttered, and then his hands started massaging my tits. I moaned and whispered, "Your hands feel wonderful on my tits. The whole time you tried to peek at them, I was ready for you. Riding you is perfect. Brother, I really, REALLY love you."