Author Notes
This is actually the second brother/sister story I ever wrote (before
Stimulation Club
), but for whatever reason I felt like it wasn't good enough to post. I've had a change of heart though, so here it is. Backseat incest has always been a favorite setting of mine since it was what got me into this genre in the first place. Here's my take on this classic, I hope you'll enjoy it.
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Backseat Brother
"Grace, come on," Evan shouted up the stairs, drawing out the final word. "We were supposed to have already left by now."
"I'm coming, jeez. Cool your fucking jets," I yelled back. Slamming my body down onto my suitcase, I finally managed to get it to compress enough that I was able to finish zipping it up.
"Language, young lady!"
I rolled my eyes. Of course our mother happened to be in earshot when I was cursing out my brother. We got along fine, as well as siblings could I felt, but sometimes he just managed to rub me the wrong way. Grabbing a hair-tie from the top of my dresser, I quickly pulled my shoulder-length brown hair up into a ponytail before taking a look at myself in the full-length mirror.
Smiling, I gave myself a wink, my green eyes flashing playfully. I wasn't wearing anything fancy, just a white blouse and a checkered skirt that dropped right below my mid-thigh, but I thought it was a particularly cute combo. Not that I had anyone to dress up for. Pushing that overly negative thought to the back of my mind, I picked a stray hair off my tights before turning away.
"Grace--"
"I'm coming!"
Grabbing my bag, I grunted as I pulled it upright. Maybe I
had
packed too much, but we were going to be gone for a full two weeks and I wanted to have plenty of outfits to pick from. Who knew, we
were
going to the beach after all. Maybe I'd find a cute guy who'd appreciate my wardrobe--before taking it off me.
I ended up needing to slowly drag the suitcase down the stairs, one steady step at a time since it was too heavy for me to carry. Evan was watching from the bottom the entire time, an amused look on his face.
"Think you packed enough? I'm not sure that's even going to fit in the van."
I paused halfway down, confused by what he meant until I remembered that our parents had ended up renting a van for us to be able to pack everything for the trip.
"It'll fit," I said, resuming my way back down one slow step at a time.
"If you say so."
"You know, you could be a gentleman and offer to help your poor little sister carry her bag down the stairs."
He was only a year older than me at twenty, but it was a long-running joke between us that I got special treatment from our parents for being younger.
Evan's sapphire blue eyes twinkled up at me. "You're right. I could."
"Jerk."
"Honestly, I'm not even sure I could lift that thing," he said with a laugh.
Finally reaching the bottom of the stairs, I was forced to concede that maybe I
had
gone a touch overboard. Just a touch though.
"By the way, you don't need to let everyone know when you're having an orgasm, sis," he said as I passed him.
Freezing in place I spun around to face him, my hair whipping over my shoulder. "What the fuck?"
"I'm coming,"
he replied, doing a horrible job of mimicking me in addition to making it sound far more like his interpretation of the words than what I'd meant.
I stuck my tongue out at him. "Haha, very funny. Not surprising you don't know what a woman's orgasm sounds like." It was a low blow, and I instantly regretted it as soon as I said it. Evan's face immediately fell, only making me feel like even more of a bitch. Neither of us had ever dated anyone seriously since we were both incredibly introverted and shy around strangers, making my comment as hypocritical as it was mean. "Evan, I'm sorry. I didn't mean--"
"Na, you're right," he said, cutting me off and forcing a clearly faked smile. "Probably never will."
"Oh, don't be so dramatic," I began, but he pushed past me before I could finish and disappeared into the garage. Mentally kicking myself, I followed behind him, at least able to move a bit faster now that I could rely on the suitcase's wheels. Certainly not the greatest start to a vacation, but I was sure I could make it up to him. Somehow.
Stepping into the garage, I found my parents finishing up with packing the van and realized that Evan hadn't been exaggerating--the car looked like both the trunk and the front seats in the back were already completely full, making me wonder where we were even supposed to sit.
"Uh, what do I do with this?" I called out, dragging my suitcase behind me.
My dad turned to see what I was talking about, his eyes widening as he saw my bag. "Fuck. I knew there was something I'd forgotten about."
"Tom!" My mom slapped his arm, as intolerant of swearing as always.
Ignoring her, he did a quick pass, looking through the car before glancing over at my bag dubiously. "I think the only place left is in the back seats, but it's already pretty cramped back there and that's where we planned to stick you and your brother."
"She'll just have to put it in her seat and then sit on her brother's lap," my mom said as if it wasn't the most fucking insane sentence that had ever come out of her mouth.
"What?!"
"Wait, what did you just say?"
Evan and I spoke at the same time, our shocked responses overlapping each other.
"Look, I get that it's not ideal, but what else are we supposed to do?" she asked with a shrug. "Grace is smaller than Evan is so it makes more sense than the other way around."
"I can take a second car," I said, trying to come up with
any
other plan.
Unfortunately, my dad was the one to shake his head. "That's going to mean twice as much gas. The whole point of the van was to avoid that. No, I'm afraid your mother's solution is probably the best option. We'll make sure to stop often if you need to get up and stretch your legs." With that, he walked over and took my suitcase from my numb fingers before carrying it over to the car and shoving it into the backseat.
Sure, it wasn't like it was the end of the world, and I wasn't even remotely worried about my brother taking advantage of the situation to do anything inappropriate, but I
was
wearing a skirt and even ignoring the awkwardness of it all, spending hours sitting on my brother's lap was not my idea of a good time. Glancing over at him, I was at least relieved to see that he seemed as reluctant as I was.
A small part of me was hopeful that we could instead squeeze in side by side, but even that was dashed to pieces as I peeked through the back window and saw just how little room was left with my huge suitcase now taking up what had been my seat. If I'd known this was going to happen then I might have brought fewer clothes, although, honestly, probably not.
"Right, well, that should be everything now, I think," my dad announced, dusting his hands off. "I'll get the house all locked up, you three should hop in the van and get ready to head out. The beach awaits!"
Evan slowly walked past me, giving me an apologetic look as he ducked his head to climb into the back seat. "Sorry about this, sis."
I waited a moment for him to get settled before taking a deep breath and following him in. "Why are you apologizing? This isn't your fault," I said as I took in the situation.
My brother was sitting in the middle seat, flanked on either side by each of our suitcases and a bunch of other smaller boxes and bags that had been packed into the space. The result was a narrow slot that didn't even leave enough room for him to spread his elbows out very far. And we were cramming two people into it.
"Yeah, but you're getting the short straw here, by a mile. I'd offer to switch, but I can't imagine you'd want me crushing you."
Crushing felt like a fairly large exaggeration since he was in pretty good shape, but he was also right in that having me on top would be the more comfortable option of the two. Doing something no sister should ever do, my eyes briefly flicked down to his crotch. Evan was wearing a baggy pair of shorts to accompany his T-shirt, and, thankfully, I couldn't make out any bulges. Feeling my cheeks heating up, I decided to get this over with already.
"Close your eyes," I said as I stepped up into the van.
He gave me an odd look. "Why?"
"'Cause I don't want you staring at my butt, perv."
My brother's face went a deep red before his eyes scrunched shut. I couldn't help but laugh, both to let him know that I'd been teasing about the pervert part and because his reaction was pretty adorable. Clambering into the back to join him, I could only hope that he was still following my instructions as my ass inevitably passed directly in front of his face. Reaching back, I carefully tucked my skirt in so it would be resting between us before gingerly settling down onto his lap.
The first thing I noticed was that, despite not being very tall, the extra height from Evan's lap made it so the top of my head was very close to the roof of the van. The second was that even that high up, I still couldn't see the front window or even the back of my parents' seats--there was
that
much stuff crammed into the space between us.
"How is Dad even supposed to see out the back?" I called out.
A loud sigh drifted back from my mother. "I pointed out the same thing, but he said there was no other way to get everything in and that the side mirrors would be enough. I suppose if we really need to then we can ask the two of you to take a look."
"It'll be fine," my dad said, his head popping into view through the sliding door--causing me to jump slightly in surprise. His face wrinkled in a painful expression. "Oof, that does look pretty cramped. Make sure to let us know if you need a stop, okay?"
I nodded. "Will do."
"And don't forget that seatbelt. Safety first!" He disappeared from view and a moment later the sliding door slammed shut.
Rolling my eyes, I reached back to grab the seatbelt. I was fairly confident they weren't at all designed to work with two people, but worst-case scenario it would hopefully still help. Pulling it around us, I offered the strap to Evan since he would have an easier time snapping it into the clasp. I immediately gasped as he took it and clicked it into place, the straps digging into me painfully before I could pull out some extra slack.
"Oops, sorry about that."
"No worries," I told him, gently massaging my squashed boob. "I should have known to pull out more than normal."
"Everyone good to go?" our dad called from the front as I heard the engine turn on.
I nodded in response, before remembering that he couldn't see us. "Yup, as good as can be expected." It was actually better than I'd expected. While Evan's lap wasn't as comfortable as a seat cushion, it wasn't as bad as I'd been fearing.
"Let's get this show on the road then!" With that, we rolled out of the garage as my dad turned on some kind of news podcast and we began our trip to the beach.
"Um, Grace? Can I open my eyes now?"
I blinked in surprise, before turning to look over my shoulder, my eyes widening in shock when I saw that my brother's eyes were indeed still closed. "What the, of course you can, silly. Why didn't you open them as soon as I sat down?"
