This story is a slow burn erotic epic about a Brother and Sister separated very young who get reunited on a Journey of discovery. Part one will help you orientate.
All characters are over eighteen.
Journey To Love Pt. 4
The river of life can be treacherous take one to dark places simply by going with the flow. One cannot simply swim against its current.
"What are your plans for the rest of the day Sophie?" Jan asked as we sat down for a very late lunch in a cafe.
"Well we still have to take a photo for the quest. Which is near a place called the Wagga Beach. We thought if we got there by five we might even get a photo of the five o'clock wave."
Jan nonchalantly said. "Oh I'd like to see that."
"How do you think Jack will have reacted to the photos?"
"Oh I would say climaxically." We giggled together. "If he didn't Jack off to them his names not Jack."
"But how will he treat me?"
"Oh be prepared, he will be sullen at best. Guilt will have come back. But I doubt he will be angry. He certainly didn't stop me sending the photos. If he was angry he would have blasted me on the text. I bet he has them saved on his phone."
"So what next?"
"Play it cool. In fact pretend he can't have you. One desires what one can't get. If he touches you. Go crook at him. Let him know, you are not for the casual taking. He will have to earn his next kiss."
"Oh I get that. Ever since he said no to me I've wanted him more. Every time I look at him my kitty gets moist."
"I know, even now every time I see Ben working hard on the farm I'm wet. You have to meet Ben. Actually Jack has to meet Ben."
"That would be great. If you're in my life I want Jack to like both of you."
"Oh here's an idea. You said you were going to the beach?"
"Yes by five."
"Why don't we both come down and have a BBQ tea with you. I'll get Ben to bring the meat. He just processed a killer yesterday."
"A killer?"
"Oh that is one of the farm sheep for meat. We call it a killer. I love fresh big fat chump chops on a Barbie. We will get some fresh rolls and a bit of salad. Say meet you at six thirty there."
"Can we swim there?"
"Certainly, but remember it is a river with strong currents. So don't try and do anything silly. People drown there often."
"Should I wear a new bikini?"
"Absolutely, the orange one. We don't want to break him too early."
"Well I still need new shorts. After that I think I should go back if we are to get out by Four Thirty."
Jan rang Ben and organised the BBQ. As we tried on shorts I quizzed her about Ben.
"I'm worried that if Jack knows Ben's your brother and you're having sex it might be too much at this point."
"I agree, we often just pretend we are a normal married couple. In fact very few people even know that we are siblings. Some suspect as much, but no one says anything."
"And you can't get married?"
"Sadly no. But as we both have the last surname, our drivers licences support the married theory. The tax man is the exception. They know from records but as far as they are concerned we are business partners in a family business. So we get none of those defecto hassles.
"Don't worry, I'll get Ben to be discreet and act like he knows nothing. I'm sure he will just want to talk about the car and the trip. He's a bit jealous we didn't start off that way."
When I got back to the Motel, Daisy was missing. I went into the room and was met by Jack's smell. More than that, specifically sperm smell. He may not know it, but for me my body automatically responded. Jack's bed had been messed up.
Secretly I knew he had taken advantage of those photos. I could smell it in the air. Carefully I lifted back his bedclothes. The bed was still warm. I knelt and let my nose and fingers find the traces of recent sperm. Fuck how long did I have.
I rang Jack. He said he had just left to get some food. I told him about the BBQ. He was excited. He had just ordered a big lunch so suggested a late time for eating would be great.
"How long will you be?"
"Well I could come home and have it there."
"No take your time. I need to rest a bit. But be home about four."
"Ok I'll ring when I'm on my way."
Hurriedly I crawled onto a Jack's bed and nuzzled the warmth latent in the mattress. I stripped. I wanted to do this naked. There was no sperm but the signs were there. I was so turned on at the thought of him masturbating to me in bikinis. I spread my juices around my vulva. I was trigger ready and I had not had a good cum for a few days.
I put a finger into my passage and this just made me want to be filled more. I tried a second finger for the first time, but I was too tight. Besides I wanted Jack to be the one who stretched me. So I worked my lips and clit. A small orgasm rolled through me.
Jack was pressing into me. His groin tendons working as he plunged into my depths. I could imagine the V of his abdomen hardening in preparation for filling me. I may have been a virgin but my imagination certainly wasn't.
He leant over me and took the offering of my left breast in his mouth and in his enthusiasm he dribbled on me.
My eyes flew open. I felt that. On my other breast. What the? There on the breast was a splash, a dollop of something. It was cold.
I stopped my fingering hand as I was in the middle of pinching my clit. My other fingers picked the drip from my breast. Fuck it felt like sperm. Somehow was Jack in the bedroom wanking off to me jilling off. It made no sense. It smelt like sperm and crap tasted of Jack. What the fuck!
I looked up. Oh my god. On the ceiling was a patch of stuff ready to drop. Did Jack's cum go that high. Shit he was turned on. Massively turned on. I watched in awe as the splurge drip parted from the roof and travelled in slow motion to land again on my proffered tit. Bullseye, yes it coated my nipple. My other hand was going ballistic.
Without hesitation I slowly lifted my coated tit to my mouth and suckled his flavour, and I came big time. My climax rolled through my body in waves. My pussy squirted, floods erupted. As much as I pushed my hips ceiling ward, I was not going to match Jack's feat.
Once I came down and out of my stupor I realised I had a much bigger problem than Jack. Jack's bed was soaked. Shit. I needed to think. And wash and change and get rid of the smell. Fuck.
I opened the windows to let the hot breeze in. The fastest shower I have ever had followed. I put the new orange bikini on underneath my new shirt and top. It was a flowing light weight summer top that buttoned down the front.
I kept looking at the ceiling wondering how he had cum that hard. I couldn't even reach it standing in the bed. Crap the bed was wet.
My new clothes were laid out on my bed. A solution came to mind that might work. I could sleep in Jacks bed and we do a bed swap. I quickly covered the bed with the sheet and doona. I was a bit neater than Jack so I missed it up a little. Then I dumped my case on the bed and started emptying it to repackage with my purchases.
I secreted a few bikinis and intimate stuff we had bought into one of the many storage pouches.
Surprise for Jack for later. I opened the front door as well to encourage the breeze. About five minutes later Daisy pulled up and Jack came in.
"Why are the doors open?"
"Oh, it was a bit fungy in here when I got back. Did you fart or something?"
The look on Jack's face before he recovered was gold.
"Ar yeah my bowel has been gurgling all day."
I could see his nose flaring as he quietly sniffed. He was slightly puzzled.
"I think I smell you a bit more though?"
"That's why I showered. I was glistening after being out shopping all day."
"By the way that outfit looks fantastic on you."
He reached out and held my shoulders looking me up and down. I gently put a hand in his chest and pushed him away.
"No touching, just looking."
"Oh sorry. So looking is ok."
"Of course. These cloths are for me to feel cool in and for you to enjoy."
"Is that the orange red bikini I can see underneath?"
I giggled. "Well we will go swimming at the beach. I dressed prepared."
"I had better change into my swimmers then."
"Jack, I've made a bit of a mess of your bed. Are you ok with swapping beds tonight?"
He hesitated.
"I'm not sure which side of a room I like to sleep on yet. Also last night I missed cuddling into you. So at least I will be able to smell your scent when I snuggle to sleep."
His ok was hesitant. "Ok, I guess I will be smelling you also if I'm in your bed. I could probably cope with that. "
'Not as much as you would smell me if you slept in your bed tonight.' My brain flashed through my head. Crisis avoided for now.
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Jack
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We got to the beach with fifteen minutes to spare. The beach we discovered was a big patch of sand on a bend in the Murrumbidgee River. There were a few people swimming. Not many, as it was early October and on a week night. We got our phones out and wandered down to the river. We debated what the wave might be like? What would be the best angle? A local walked by, looking at us.
"Do you know if the wave is always at five?" I asked.
"What's the time?"
"Five o'clock."
He waved and walked away, killing himself laughing.
"I think we've been had Jack."
"Bugger."
"I told Jan we were doing this. She didn't say anything. If this is a joke then I'm going to kill her."
"Well if it is, Grandpa set it up and Jan knew about it and that guy provided the punchline."
"I think we had better find this tree. I hope that exists."
We walked along the river toward our bearing. There was an indigenous path and information walk. Sure enough there was the tree. Fortunately labeled as we would have missed it. It had two trunks growing together to form a hole. The sign said it was a culturally shaped tree marking this place. There was also a women's birthing place nearby. The Wiradjuri people are a traditional people of the region.
We took our selfie and sent it to Grandpa.
A text came back. 'You took your time I was starting to get worried.'
I text back. 'We have been having fun and almost forgot to take this. Heading to Parks tomorrow. Will try to take the photo when we arrive next time not when we are going.
I got a thumbs up.
"Well we have plenty of time before Jan arrives. Do you want to have a swim? Or just see my bikini?"
"Is both an option?"
"Maybe."
"I can't believe that it's only a few days since you were hiding in a hoody."
"Don't make this harder than it has to be or I might go back to hiding."
"Sorry."
We went back to Daisy and retrieved our towels. It was late enough not to need sunscreen.
I watched as Sophie unbuttoned her shirt. I could see her looking at me out of the corner of her eye. There was a hint of a smirk in the uplift of her lips. It was like she was doing a strip tease just for me.
I have to say Sophie looked stunning. My treacherous penis agreed. I tried to walk a bit ahead of her so my obvious hard-on would not be visible. Being a river I couldn't just dive in to get my bits underwater quickly. But she caught up with me and a sideways glance went directly to my cock.
"Jack, do you always get hard when you see a girl in a bikini?"
"Only if she's my Sister." I breathed.
I received a dig in the ribs from her elbow. Sophie blushed.
"So this is too much?"
"No I didn't say that. I just like have to get used to it. It's not like we have grown up together and are used to different states of dress around the house."
We got to the water and it was chilly but lovely. The sand bank dropped away quickly. I decided I needed to sit and give my nads a chance to cool down.
Sophie sat next to me. It was pleasant. The beach was not all that wide but apart from a few teenagers playing no one was actually in the water.
"Jack do you think we might ever get used to each other?"
"I think that's why Gramps set this up."
"I don't mean just getting on."
"I think I get you. I mean I don't get you, like you're a girl and all and I've never really lived with a girl. Not even a Mum."
"That must be hard having no mum? Well one you knew."
"It was. It has always been a missing hole."
"I know it was the same for Dad, but I had two Uncles who stepped up and treated me like their Daughter. So I had males in my life."
