Tommy and Dutch screamed at the top of their lungs as their Nova cleared the rise at ninety miles per hour, catching air before slamming back to the blacktop. They laughed and bumped fists. They were having the time of their lives.
Tommy had graduated from Millard Fillmore High the year before and had been working at the Duke's Grocery store downtown since graduation. When Dutch graduated two months before, the two had taken all of the money they'd saved and headed out on a Great American Road Trip.
The brothers were as close as, well, brothers, and they liked nothing more than to have a good time together. Beefy and ruggedly handsome, the boys looked almost like twins, except that Tommy had ten pounds of muscle on Dutch, and Dutch had the swell cleft in his chin that the girls seemed to like so much.
They'd already driven South to Barstow, where they'd stayed for a day visiting their second cousins, the Platts. Now they were cutting up the back roads to the tiny town of Mayford, in Colorado, where their Mom's brother Dan lived. They'd had their mom call ahead, and hopefully they'd be able to stay for a day or two and check out the local cuisine (their private name for the females of a community).
"See if you can catch air on this next rise," Dutch dared Tommy, and in response Tommy floored the accelerator. The engine's purr grew instantly to a loud ratcheting sound as the engine worked harder than it had in twenty years, and they crested the rise in the road at just about a hundred and ten.
The boys screamed as the car flew, but the landing was rough and they bounced. Tommy panicked a bit and hit the brake, throwing the car into a fishtail. The tires were chewing up the shoulder, sending grit and gravel flying when Tommy finally got control and brought the car to a skidding stop.
The engine rumbled while the boys fell over themselves laughing at their near misadventure, and the cloud of dirt they'd raised obscured the road from view. When the dust cleared, the boys stopped laughing.
Standing fifty yards away, on the side of the road, stood a girl. What a girl! The brothers sat up straight and ogled the pretty blonde, from her four inch wedge heels and up her long legs that were bare and curvier than the winding road ahead of them. She wore Daisy Duke cut-offs that were almost indecent, approaching a French cut that gave a pretty nice view of her tight rear end. Her middle was tight, firm, and bare as the day she was born, and she wore a red and white checked shirt that was tied under her bust. The bow that held the shirt would have had to be enormous to be visible beneath the full, cantaloupe-sized titties within, and her industrial strength brassiere showed white in a couple of places where the shirt didn't cover.
Idling the engine, the boys slowly rolled toward the girl, and when she got a fair look at them she smiled a great big toothy smile and stuck out her thumb. They rolled to a stop next to her, and she leaned in on the passenger door.
Her eyes were periwinkle and she had a little button nose. Her teeth were shining and perfect, and she had full, luscious lips, with her upper lip slightly more full than the lower. A sprinkle of light freckles spotted her nose, and she wore her hair up in long pigtails.
Of course, leaning in as she was, Tommy and Dutch only noticed her generous ta-ta's and the way they seemed to personally invite each boy to lay his head between them and rest. The boys were both struck with the same problem, as their dicks swelled up uncomfortably in their blue denim jeans.
"Hi," the girl said, looking both in the eye, and seeing that they didn't notice. "Are you heading anywhere near Mayford?"
"We are now," Dutch said, his vision almost completely dominated by the mouth-watering titties only inches from his face. Tommy punched his shoulder, and Dutch jumped. "Actually," Dutch said, looking up into her angelic face for the first time, "we're going to Mayford ourselves."
"Can I grab a ride with you two then?" the girl asked. "I can't pay for gas or anything."
Tommy and Dutch looked at each other and then back at the girl, grins growing as their dicks turned to steel. "I'm sure we can work something out," Tommy said.
"Ooh," the girl said, winking at them, "I'm sure we will."
Dutch scrambled out of the car and pulled his seat forward, and the girl squeezed past him into the back, putting her knapsack on the floor. He was leaning down to drop the seat back when she put her hand on his thick forearm and said, "Don't you want to ride in the back with me?" Dutch stood up, unmindful of the full-on view he was giving the young lovely of bulge running down his pant leg, looked Heavenward and mouthed "Thank you" before climbing in and pulling the seat back.
"My name's Megan," the girl said and she settled back in the fairly cramped back seat. Tommy leaned over and pulled the passenger door closed, then stepped on the gas and started cruising down the country lane.
"Hello Megan," Tommy said as Dutch leaned in and kissed her, his hand closing on and squeezing her very firm young breast. "I'm Tommy, and the lucky guy who isn't stuck watchin' in the rear view is my little brother, Dutch."
Megan was wide-eyed and gasping for air when their kiss broke, and she busted out in a wide smile looking down at both of Dutch's hands as they squeezed her titties, both individually and together. "You all are fast workers," she laughed, and then winked at Tommy in the mirror and added, "I hope not too fast though."
She untied the knot on her shirt and was shrugging it off while Dutch pressed his face between her tits and kissed her chest. When Megan unfastened her bra, the garment seemed to pop off of her and was swept aside carelessly by Dutch. Tommy found his vision obscured by warm cotton as it wrapped around his head and hung down over one eye.
Dutch latched on to one of Megan's nipples and sucked on it until it drew up tight and hard, his hand trying unsuccessfully to work the same magic on the other. He switched, twisting the hard little red nipple in his fingers while he sucked the other one tight.
"That feels good and all," Megan said, unsnapping her shorts, "but I'm in need of some fucking right now, okay?"
Dutch had his eyes glued to her hands as she lowered her zipper and raised her ass from the seat, wiggling her hips as she struggled to get the tight shorts over her hips. His shirt was off in an instant, his own button popped and zipper down while Megan's legs kicked over the front seat, dropping her shorts on the passenger side floor.
"Oh my fucking G-" Dutch said, giving an honest reaction to the sight of Megan in her black thong panties, but she put her finger to his lips, and with a stern look, too.
"If you want to get into the Kingdom of Heaven," Megan said, "you'd better not take the Lord's name in vain."
"Okay," Dutch said, staring at the little cartoon sexy devil on the swell of Megan's underwear.
"Okay then," Megan said, her smile returning, "let's fuck." She peeled her panties down, and Dutch sat back on his heels, staring slack-jawed. There was a tiny puff of light blonde hair over the swollen pink mound of her pussy, her lips shading darker until they were red where they met. He could smell her, and his mouth started to water, so he leaned down.
"Aiee!" he cried out when Megan pulled his head up by his hair.
"I said fuck now, play later."
Dutch forced his pants down to his knees and sat back in the seat, Megan's leg crossing over him to straddle his lap before his ass was firmly planted. Dutch had hoped for kind words about his prodigious manhood, and maybe a lick or two at least, and he opened his mouth to say something. All thoughts left his head quickly when Megan's hot, wet cunt snugged tightly around his dick as she took him to the root.
"Oh J-, G-," Dutch moaned as his eyes rolled back in his head. "Holy shit!" he finally exclaimed. Megan grabbed onto the sides of Dutch's head and she planted a hard kiss on his mouth, pressing her tongue inside while her hips worked her cunt up and down his throbbing cock.
