Chapter 02: Next Stop
After our special trip to the beautiful beach Mom and I walked quietly back to the hotel. I was walking a few steps behind her the entire time. I couldn't really look at her. I thought what happened on the boat was my fault; it was my dick that got hard when Mom sat on my lap; I was embarrassed; I was confused; and I felt bad that I hadn't been able to stop myself.
I mean the sex was amazing... It was out in public, with people all around us and I don't think my dick has ever been this hard before... but I fucked my own mother, dammit.
When we came back to our private hut, Dad was already asleep, but of course he woke up when we came in.
“Hey you two. How was it?”
I didn't respond. I didn't know what I could or should have said.
“It was quite nice. How are you honey?”
“I'm a lot better, thank you.”
Mom sat down on the edge of the bed next to my father.
“Look, guys, I'm going straight to my room. I'm pretty tired.”
Dad looked confused and Mom didn't look at me at all.
“Okay. Good night, Tom.”
“Good night, Dad. Night, Mom.”
And then I walked back to my room and closed the door behind me. Of course I couldn't really sleep that night. I didn't know how to get through the rest of the vacation.
The morning after when Dad came in my room to wake me up, I told him that I wouldn't join them for breakfast and that I wanted to sleep for two more hours. About three hours later I decided that I had to leave the hut eventually. So I put on my bathing shorts, took a big beach towel and started to wander through the pool area. And then I saw Mom and Dad. They were lying on beach loungers next to the pool. Normally I would have joined them, but I couldn't really be around both of them. So I told them I would hang out on the beach instead.
The day went by and I didn't really do all that much. I tried not to think about what happened the day before, but that was almost impossible.
On the next day, I hung out with Mom and Dad. It would have been too suspicious if I would have spent another day all by myself. Also, we planned on leaving the hotel that afternoon anyway.
Mom and Dad had planned the entire trip to Europe months ahead. So that day, at 4 p.m., we left the hotel. We took all of our luggage and then took a bus to the nearest train station. It took us almost three hours to get there. So after three hours sweating inside an old and rusty bus, we got to the train station.
The plan was to go to the next city and therefor our next destination by train. So after we had dinner at a restaurant next to the train station, we walked back there and waited for our train to arrive. Dad had booked a train compartment for us. It actually was more like a sleeping berth. It was a small compartment with two beds. So when you got in, there was a bed on the right side, about 3 feet wide. Right next to the head of the bed, there was a ladder which led to the second bed, which was mounted above the other one. The upper bed was a bit smaller than the other one, so I knew that I had to sleep up there. I was pissed off right away.
The compartment was so small, you couldn't really do anything at all, besides sleeping and looking out the tiny window.
I didn't really know what to do. Mom and Dad decided to walk through the train and look for the dining car to get a few drinks. I had no intention at all to join them. I was tired from the bus ride anyway, so I stayed in our compartment all by myself.
As soon as Mom and Dad left, I undressed, put on a pair of boxers and a shirt and climbed up the ladder. My knee really improved in the days and weeks before. I thought I would, but I had no problem to climb up the tiny ladder. Once I got up there I realized that not only was it the smallest bed I had ever slept in, but it was extremely uncomfortable as well.
The only good thing was, I could look out the window while lying there. So I lay there, looked out the window and hoped that I could fall asleep before Mom and Dad would come back.
I woke up about half an hour or so later. I started up in my bed and almost hit my head on the train ceiling above me. I felt nauseous and sick to my stomach. The entire room was spinning. I lay back down and closed my eyes again.
When I woke back up, another ten minutes or so later, Mom was standing in front of the two beds. She was stripping out of her jeans when I opened my eyes. Although I couldn't see him, I knew Dad was already in bed, because Mom was looking at him and whispering something I couldn't understand.
The compartment was pretty dark. Mom and Dad must have turned off the lights when they saw that I was already sleeping. There was a small source of light right under my bed. I figured it must have been Dad's flashlight he brought on the trip with him. When Mom stepped out off her pair of jeans and unbent, I quickly closed my eyes. I didn't want Mom to know that I was awake.
A couple of seconds later I heard noises which indicated that Mom got in bed, so I opened my eyes again. And another ten seconds later the flashlight was turned off.
So now as I was lying there, I felt even more nauseous than before. And I couldn't fall back asleep. I almost felt like throwing up. I didn't want to tell my parents that I couldn't sleep up there. I didn't want to tell them that I felt sick to my stomach and that I got seasick without actually being at sea.
So I turned from one side to the other and then a few seconds later I turned around again. I couldn't tell wether or not my parents were already asleep. If I would have known that they were indeed asleep, I would have gotten out of bed to take a walk. But I didn't want to climb down the ladder. I tried to fall asleep.
But after turning around five or six more times, the flashlight was switched back on.
“Is everything alright up there, Tom?”
I thought about not saying anything back. I thought about faking to be asleep.
“Not really.”
“What's going on?”
“I can't sleep.”
“I know, the bed's are pretty uncomfortable, ha?”
We were both whispering. Apparently Mom was already asleep.
