Dani and I dressed quickly, hurrying through a process that, until a few days ago, we had always excluded each other from. I pulled on dark wash jeans and a white button-up shirt, rolling the sleeves up to the elbow as I watched Dani slide on a pushup bra and slip into a light summer dress. It was tight enough around the body to show off her tight figure and loose enough around her hips that our parents wouldn't notice that she hadn't pulled on any panties under the knee-length floral print.
"You know I'm gonna have a boner all night knowing you're not wearing any panties, right?" I asked. Dani grinned back at me.
"Oh, I know," she said, walking up to me, her tiny bare feet gliding across the carpet. "I'm not wearing panties for the rest of the trip, and I'm counting on that meaning that your cock is hard until we get home." My sister stopped in front of me, grinning, and brushed her fingers across the front of my jeans, tracing the outline of the bulge she had caused.
Dani sighed as she felt my cock, stepping closer as she fondled me, her head dropping to my chest. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her close, my hand sliding down her back and cupping her bare, tight ass under the dress. She groaned as I squeezed, licking her lips and looking up at me.
"It makes me so wet when I think about your cock being hard because of me," she whispered. "My brother's cock, so hard, right under my hand, waiting for it's chance to pound into me until I scream."
"How wet?" I asked, my hand slipping lower and around, my fingers reaching under the curve of her ass and forward, finding the wetness between her soft lips.
"Oh God, don't," she moaned. "We have to be in the lobby like right now."
Dani pulled back from me, smiled, then grabbed my face and stretched up on her tip-toes, pulling my face to hers and kissing me. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and massaged mine as she ground her hips against my cock. She broke away and grabbed her purse, slipping on a pair of short heels and backing away from me, curling her finger in a come-hither motion towards the door.
We held hands to the elevator, our fingers stroking each other's hands until the doors opened. We rode down as a normal brother and sister, standing on opposite sides of the elevator. Well, mostly normal. We stared into each other's eyes the whole ride, short as it was. I wanted to lift her legs around my waist and fuck her against the elevator wall, and the look in her eyes told me that she wanted the same thing.
Dinner was a study in behaving when we didn't want to. Mom and Dad got a booth, and sat us across from each other. I sat next to Mom, and Dani settled in across from me. We spent the whole dinner pretending to pay attention to Mom and Dad's plans for the rest of the drive, picking at our food, and trying desperately not to flirt with each other.
After our Mom polished off her third glass of wine, Dani and I looked at each other and laughed. Mom was going to be a handful for Dad starting in about twenty minutes, and would stay that way until she passed out later. She was also going to be a total grump in the morning, probably refusing to get up until right before check-out.
"Glad you two think it's funny," Dad blurted. He laughed as he continued, "She's gonna drive me crazy like this."
"That's just what your hoping for, isn't it?" Mom retorted and then giggled, high-pitched and louder than sobriety would have allowed. "Come on! It's vacation! Loosen up a little!"
Dad laughed at her, then shrugged and flagged down a waitress.
"What the hell?" he said. "I'll have a few drinks. You drive back," he added, and fished the keys out of his pocket, handing them to me. I pocketed the keys just as I felt Dani's bare foot slide up my inner thigh. I gave her foot a squeeze and winked at her quickly.
"Daddy," Dani said. "I have to use the ladies' room." Dad scooted out of the booth and let her out. I managed not to let my eyes linger on her ass too long as she walked away, and concentrated on my food while Mom and Dad discussed "vacation appropriate" amounts of drinking.
"What do you say," Mom started in a conspirational stage whisper, "That we ditch the kids, go over to the bar, and party like we used to!" I almost choked on a piece of steak.
"We still have a lot of road to cover," Dad said slowly.
"Oh hell! We can show up a day late! I wouldn't mind sleeping in just this once on this road trip," Mom snorted.
I watched out of the corner of my eye as Dad considered. I could tell the alcohol was loosening him up. Neither of my parents drink regularly, so that one beer was enough to get him off his usual all-business stride.
"Shit, I'll call the hotel and tell them to book us for another night. We can just sleep it off all day tomorrow. The kids can dick around in the pool or something!"
"Oh, that's no problem, Dad," I butted in. "Let me see your phone. I can book us from that." Somehow, I managed to keep my hands steady as Dad handed over his phone and I pulled up the app I had put on there for him to book this whole trip in the first place. A few seconds later we were all set, and I was handing him back his phone as mine buzzed quietly in my pocket. Once quick buzz, then nothing. Text message.
"You guys take the van back," Dad said. "Your mother and I will find a cab to haul us back!" Mom giggled loudly at whatever joke I had completely missed in Dad's statement, and I excused myself to the restroom.
