Journey to Love

All characters are over 18. This is a slow burn incest story between a Brother and a Sister.

Journey 3

To sleep and to dream is to let the night take you on a journey of the subconscious. Dreams are like that, reality is the real battle.

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Sophie

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My mind was filled with warm fuzzy feelings and images of my new brother. Tastes and smells of sperm filled the mind with flooding orgasms of guilty pleasures.

Dreamily I awoke trying to continue and catch the dream. It was early in the morning. In my bed, on my own but fully clothed. My bra was very uncomfortable. I stripped and put on Pikachu then realised Jack was asleep, in his bed. Opps, have to get used to sharing a room. Particularly sharing with a boy.

Back in bed I couldn't get to sleep. Yesterday was so surprising in so many ways. I was excited. Yes even that way. But more because of what the next few days of planning might bring.

In forty eight hours I had found out I had a brother. Had my first real climax. Ridden off in a strange car. Literally into the sunset. Made a friend. Found out loving and sex with a brother was a thing and some people did it. Fallen in love with my Brother.

Wait did I just say that? Was I really in love with my Brother. Jack. Jack the stranger, but the same Jack that held me as a baby. The same Jack I slept with cuddled into him. Both eighteen years ago and last night. Warmth spread through me. Warmth cuddled me. It was familial love, but it was also Eros. I don't think I've ever been so long in a state of arousal.

Longing was a strange feeling in my girl bits. Longing to be filled, fulfilled. That's the word fulfilled. It was both a desire and a state of being. Like an empty glass being filled with milk. A process of satisfaction. Desire creeping up the glass. Anticipation of completeness, fulness. There was something of wholesomeness with a full glass of milk that was not there with a glass of water.

My body was the glass, Jack the promise of fulfilment.

I was now getting turned on big time. But realised I did not have the freedom to bring myself to fulfilment. I hopped up and moved into the bathroom. The big bath was waiting for me, calling. I realised I had not taken advantage of it last night, so quietly I drew the bath.

In my toiletry bag I realised I had a small bath bomb. So I popped that in and watched it froth as the water activated the product.

I stripped off Jack's T-shirt and held my body in front of the mirror. My breasts were large. I hoped they would stop growing as they were already a size D. They were more than a handful. More than a handful for me, crap they took some managing. Apart from bras being expensive, I needed to make sure they did not get manky in the underside crease. They may be more than a handful for a guy. But definitely a guy's wet dream. But they were also a massive attractor or distractor. Most guys had trouble looking at me eye to eye. It was mostly eye to rack.

I lifted one of my girls up. My nipple was hard. One advantage I could tongue my own tip. Just. Being bigger they moved more, rubbed more, got in the way more, drooped more, hung more. It was why I lived in hoodies. It took the complications out of the equation.

But then strangely, I wanted Jack to see them.

Crap I nearly overflowed the bath, so I let a bit of water out, and skunk myself into its warm embrace.

It was like I was willing for Jack to ogle them. For the first time I wanted a guy to know me. My unknown Brother of all people. This trip was meant to help us to know each other. But crap I wanted to know him in the worst possible way.

My hand started to get busy beneath the surface of the water. At least I could flow here instead of producing obvious crutch stains. Although I sympathised with Jack as his problem shows, as in shows a lot. Not my fault I've had some fun making him hard. Okay it is.

I snickered. When did I get like this? Jan was also into boy gazing so it must be normal. But then she's fucking her brother. Not normal.

I flipped up the picture of Jack she sent me. I tried to get a sense of how big he was. Well semi big. It looked like a... I realised I had nothing to compare to. Sure I had seen some porn shots. At Girls school that stuff gets shared but they say the porn stars are all hung like horses. It's why they get picked.

I did a quick search of pics of guys packages. It was mostly underwear adverts but none looked as big as Jack looked. But then they couldn't put that in ads could they.

I put down my phone and zoned out. I may have nodded off except I was slow burn randy under the surface.

I was startled by a rapid knock on the door.

"Are you in there Sophie?"

"Yes, having a bath."

"Shit."

I heard him pacing. He knocked again.

"I've got to go. I've been holding on a while. Can't wait much longer."

"Well it will take me a bit to get out and be decent."

"Crap."

I looked at myself, most was under the water, just floating tits. Another thing about big breasts.

"Look if I cover myself do you think you could, sort of not look?"

"Maybe, but I will still be using the toilet."

"I'll shut my eyes then. "

"I still got to see where I'm aiming."

I grabbed the flannel and spread it on my tits. My finger was still in my pussy but it would look like I was just covering the bits.

"Ok I think I'm sort of decent, you can come in."

Jack was in his sleep boxers holding his thing. In the 'I'm busting sort of way'.

"Close you eyes Sophie."

"Opps sorry." I closed them, sort of. I watched as he stood at the porcelain.

But no sound. Strange.

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Jack

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"Sorry Sophie, having trouble letting down. Shit."

I looked around. She did have her eyes shut. I could see the shapes of her body through the water. Her hand was obviously covering her genitals. Shit that wasn't helping.

"Think of something else?"

"Trying. It's not easy."

"If I turn on the water will that help?"

"Could do." I could see her reflected in the mirror. Shit could she see me also?

I heard a splash as she sat up. Her other hand wrapped around her breasts. She reached for the tap and started it dribbling.

I looked at my cock, which had now added some chubbiness to the problem, then at her.

"But you said sort of not look. Is that sort of not looking?"

"Well I'm trying not to look," said Sophie.

"So I am I. Sort of looking that is."

"I guess that's the same as not looking. Just pretend I'm in Daisy and your having a leak on the side of the road. Just do that."

I closed my eyes and pictured me watering a tree like I had done many times. Yes release. Wow it was a big urgent flow. I needed that, relief flowed through my torso. At this point I didn't care if Sophie had a grandstand view. I shook out the drops, tucked myself in and turned around.

Sophie was sitting stunned, clutching her breasts rather unsuccessfully. Mouth wide open.

"Ok never seen that before," she said. "I think you had better go."

"Oh, yes, sorry."

I left fully aware that my cock had continued to grow.

In the bedroom I did hear some splashing and sounds that were consistent with washing. I quickly changed into cloths I could wear to breakfast. Flopped on my bed and waited.

It was hard not to think of what I had just seen. But I knew I had to rain it in. All this flirting. I also needed distracting. I got out my phone and started searching google maps. The reference we had next was in Parks. It was a long way away so I started researching town pools on the way and marking them.

Sophie came out wearing Pikachu.

"Do you mind having a shower so I can change Jack? I think we need to get to breakfast."

I had my cloths on so that was easy.

"Can I have a hug before you do though?" Sophie asked. I stood and we pulled close.

"Sorry about that Jack." She said as she pushed her body into mine. "I guess there's a lot to learn having a Brother."

"And having a Sister. I'm actually loving it, even if it has some challenges."

I could tell she was breathing in my scent again. So I held her a bit longer. Aware I was growing again, I pulled away and quickly ducked into the bathroom.

It was hard showering and trying not to repicture those floating boobs in my head. But I knew we had to get to breakfast and I was starting to be disgusted at my sexualisation of my little Sister. I had to be the big Brother. So I had a very short frustrating shower and was out and dressed in no time.

Over breakfast we discussed what we need to buy. This included a comms set and a small car fridge. I mean tiny so we could keep drinks cool. Also a water container for drinking water.

Sophie's phone pinged. She squealed.

"Jan's going to be in town tomorrow, meaning Wagga, and wants to know if we can go shopping."

"By all means. What do you want to get?"

"Well some new shorts and summer tops. Also maybe a bikini."

"Wow really. You do realise that while I would love to see you in one of those. It's well... it's a big step up for you in exposing your body."

"You mean you will get too turned on."

"I mean... yes, I mean that, but."

"Maybe I want you to be turned on."

"Look Sophie, we have a few months together, you're my Sister for God's sake. It's a line we can't cross. Besides even if you were not my Sister, if we crossed that sort of line, if we did, you know, give into temptations. Then when things go bad, or we argue or we find out, really find out what the other person is like then it's curtains. All over red rover. Imagine travelling with me if I turned out to be a narcissistic gaslighting, controlling bastard."

I watched Sophie's face drop.

"Look Sophie, I love you, or at least the concept of you, but we don't know each other. And that love is first as a Sister. A precious Sister, a person I want to get to know, warts and all. I get we have been sort of flirting. But I think we both need a dose of reality."

"Does that mean you don't want me to get a bikini?"

"No that would be controlling and wrong. But I just want you to know that well for me it's not going to help my control myself."

God knows I'm having enough trouble as it is. I muttered in my head.

"I could wear a T-shirt over it."

"That would help. Look it's your decision Sophie. It brings up a point, we both probably need to get rash vests to protect against sunburn as we will be in the car with its clear roof, and swimming often in the heat of the day."

"True, ok I think that's a good idea. Can I make a suggestion?"

"You don't have to ask permission to make a suggestion."

"Well if we know the temperature is going to be over say 36 degrees C, we hole up in a motel and wait it out."

"We could travel at night."

"Forget that I'm not driving in that thing when it's dark. I imagine a truck would squash us like a grasshopper in his headlights."

"Good point, also don't want to hit a Kangaroo or even a possum in that thing."

Sophie cringed, "I hadn't thought of that. Crap we are driving in areas where they could jump out in the daylight. Na night is too dangerous."

After breakfast we headed out to town. Daisy drew attention where ever we went. Parking was very easy. We just didn't try a reverse park. Most carparks she could simply slip in forwards.

We decided to walk the Main Street. Um good decision and poor decision. The street was so long. But it was fun. Sophie insisted I hold her hand for most of it. It was a bit uncomfortable at first but I told myself it was platonic. I did really enjoy it. It also meant I could hold her back from darting into clothes shops.

"You can leave that for when you go with Jan tomorrow "

"Jack how many times have you already said that?"

"Every time. Look, guys do not like hanging around dress shops, period."

It was window shopping anyway as we had no room for stuff in Daisy.

We did find a bike shop right at the end of the street that had a comms unit. It was fairly lightweight but it was a long carry back to the car.

We found a EB Games shop. I went to go in. Sophie pulled me back.

"So what makes you think I want to go in there?"

"Stickers for our cases."

"Okay you win."

Sophie chose a big Pikachu, I think she is getting attached to the T shirt as a symbol of me. Hopefully not too closely. Even though I would love so much for her to love me in more than a brotherly fashion. I really needed to put the brakes on.

There was less choice for me outside a Pokémon, but I found a smaller Mech warrior sticker that would do the job.

After shopping and lunch we returned to the Motel.

"Can you start teaching me to swim Jack."

"Sure it's a good place to choose and it looks like we have the pool to ourselves."

It was clear that I definitely had hardness problems. I started with floating exercises. This often required me supporting her back and releasing until Sophie gained confidence. It also meant I was close up to her torso. The chest always floats better than the hips, with the result that her breasts were not only floating but thrust upward at close quarters to my eyes.

Every now and then Sophie would splutter and cling to me. Her arms would go around my neck and those luscious breasts even though tightly contained in her swimmers would press into my bare chest.

"Show me again Jack? You make it look so easy."

"It's all about trust. Trust in the water. Does an ice block doubt it can float?"

I leant back and floated, eyes closed, enjoying the relaxing water and late afternoon sun on me.

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Sophie

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I tried not to giggle. Jack was hard again and his penis looked like it wanted to be a periscope. Although his swimmers were baggy, and perhaps because they were, his stiffy was definitively showing. I spent some time observing his smooth chest and the little line of hairs disappearing into his board shorts.

He must know he is hard, I mused. I put my hand under him and supported his back as he had just done for me. Gently I lifted his hips up to be more even with his chest. This of course, and intentionally on my part, bought his penis upward. I giggled.

"Up periscope."

"Fuck"

He immediately spluttered and sank into the water. Next I knew he threw me up in the air followed be a huge splash. I pretended to be drowning. Next his arms were around me holding me tight. Concern filled his eyes.

"Are you alright?"

I giggled and rubbed my groin into him.

"SOPHIE stop."

He held me by the shoulders as he pushed our bodies apart.

"Stop. This has got to stop. Shit."

We were looking into each others eyes. He leant forward forehead on forehead.

"I mean it Sophie. We can't go on flirting. I said it last night. I love you too much already."He groaned, "as a Sister to abuse you.

He bought his lips to mine with a gentle sweet kiss.

"Fuck, shit we have to stop this."

I could see him getting red and angry. He pushed me away, not hard but definitely intentionally. Then he stormed to the edge of the pool, exited and grabbed his towel. He looked back. Sadness in his eyes, there may even have been tears but it was impossible to tell.

"I mean it Sophie. If we want to continue this journey we have to stop."

I was stunned. I watched him retreat hastily to the room. What have I done? The first guy I really like. I mean really really like, has just rejected me. My mind replayed the scene over and over as I sat in the corner of the pool.

I each time I got to the sweet kiss. I stopped. My heart sang. It was my first kiss. My first kiss and he walked away angry.

I went over the argument again and again. Wait it wasn't an argument. I actually didn't say anything. He was arguing with himself.

Well I did somethings, like up his periscope. Then ground it into my groin. Shit that was forward. Yeh, I get it that was probably too far. Shit now I've stuffed it.

My mum always taught me that in an argument try and think how the other person sees things. So I thought as if I was Jack and Jack was me. What would I do?

In the heat of the moment I could have bent my sister over the pool and ravished her. If I was Jack I would have been tempted. Shit that big looking penis must have been throbbing with lust. Was he angry because he couldn't, wouldn't, shouldn't? I had to go and apologise.

Slowly I gained courage as I hopped out and dried myself. Grandpas towels were too small to discreetly wrap myself up in. I walked to the room and quietly entered. I heard the shower going. I quietly went about changing. There was another noise. Was he jacking off again?

I moved to the door. My breasts were out as my swimmers were bunched at my hips. I listened. The shower was hitting a body but no other noise. Then I heard it again. Sobbing. Soulful deep sobbing. I moved away from the door and changed for dinner. I would shower later.

My brother was so hurt he was sobbing. My mind was spinning. I felt so bad. I wanted to hold him and cradle him. But I knew now I couldn't. Perhaps not even while watching a movie tonight. I decided to put the TV on and turn it up. To let him know I was back but also to cover his tears.

Eventually Jack came out wrapped in a big motel towel. Quietly he grabbed his cloths and retreated to change.

Almost silently we went to the dinning room to eat.

We sat looking at each other in silence waiting the eternity for the meal.

"Sorry Jack." I whispered. "I overstepped the line. You told me to stop. I didn't but I should have."

"I shouldn't have kissed you. That was so wrong."

I looked down. "I know, but thanks."

"Why thanks?"

"That was my first kiss. I was glad it was you."

Jack buried his head in his hands.

"So I stole that from you, fuck." He muttered.

Our meals arrived and left that comment hanging in air like a damp deep fog over the meal.

"When we get back to the room can we watch a movie? Maybe start the Star Wars series. "

Jack nodded.

"But perhaps best if we sit on our own beds to watch it Jack."

"Yes on our own beds."

So we did. We started at number one, I had only seen the Mandelorian so it was all new to me.

"It's a bit political and strange Jack."

"It's the back story introduction. It heats up later. Episode One came out way after the first movies were made. Everyone agrees with you Sophie. Boring comparatively."

"It's not the same watching without snuggling into you."

"I know but I think it's best."

We watched Episode Two in silence. Jack fell asleep.

I got up and tucked him in. I leant forward and gently kissed his lips. "I'm sorry Jack." I whispered. I hope it's not my last kiss.

Silently I prepared for bed, curled up in a fetal position and quietly wept myself to sleep.

The morning mood continued to be somber. Jack went out for a swim while I had a bath. I was not in anyway tempted to rub one out. Jan was turning up at ten to take me shopping. I had a lot to talk about and many questions. I was out of the bath before Jack came back in.

At breakfast we sat side by side and Jack pulled out a map of New South Wales. He had highlighted a route that went through every town to our next reference point. It was near a town called Parks but not actually in the town.

"Weren't we supposed to take a picture and send it from here."I asked.

"Opps, we sort of forgot that."

We looked at the instructions for Wagga. It was to photograph the knotted tree near a place called the Wagga Beach. With a side note that if lucky we could catch the Five o'clock wave there.

"Perhaps that means be there at five pm."

"Well we could do that."

So that was the plan. Have a swim too if it was a beach. The next day we would head off toward Parks.

"What are you going to do today Jack?"

"I need to find a camping shop and get a small car fridge. As in tiny one. Then I think I'll clean the car and go over her to make sure everything is in shape for the trip. Then I guess I'll chill here until you get home."