All characters are over the age of 18. This is my first attempt at erotic fiction.
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As all the clocks in our house struck 11 o'clock simultaneously, my phone buzzed a few seconds later. Shit I thought, it radiated a sound that echoed across my room. My hands swiped it almost straight away, hopefully quick enough for my parents not to hear. I threw my quilt over my head, my eyes ached for a few seconds at the sight of the bright phone screen. I read the message and shook my head. "Sorry Al, I can't go with you guys tomorrow, I'll meet you there on Sunday" it read.
"Fucking hell," I whispered under my breath. Sara, my best friend of almost 13 years, has doomed me. Tomorrow is the start of our annual holiday, where we hire out a hotel down the coast, and relax for a week. It's a total crock if you ask me, "but it's tradition" as mum would say. I didn't bother replying to Sara, I was meant to be asleep anyway.
The sun wasn't even up when an incessant banging filled my room. It threatened to slam my door off its hinges. "Get up Alex, we're leaving in five," my mother called.
"Alright" was all I managed to get out, slurring my words until they were barely recognisable. I threw the blankets off me and slouched over to my mirror, gazing at the monster before me. My hair was short, but that didn't stop it from sticking up.
There was barely enough time to slip into some jeans and an old t-shirt before my father called out to me. I grabbed my bags, which had been packed two weeks ago, and went outside to meet him.
He was outside, leaning against the back door of the car, his arms tightly folded. "Chuck your stuff in the back," I obeyed, my bags were tightly squished between the drink cooler and the roof of the car.
"That can't be safe, right?"
"What?"
"You won't be able to see out the back window."
"I'll be right," he scoffed as if I just told a bad joke. My sister, Anna then came out the front door, her heels clicking on the concrete, her long, dark hair gently swaying with each step.
My sister and I are twins, both just turned 19 years old. She sauntered over to me in just skimpy shorts, a loose fitting top and her slippers. Her hair was sloppily tied back to keep it from hanging over her bedraggled face, but a few strands still got in the way. She went straight past me and took her place in the back seat, her thumbs busily tapping away at her phone - playing a game.
"Annie, couldn't you have gotten dressed?" Our mother asked.
"I'll dress when we get there," she replied hastily, not lifting her eyes from the screen.
Our mother just shook her head at that and sat in the front seat, rubbing her eyes. Dad was still puzzled on how to fit in all the bags in the back; he eventually folded and piled some bags in the middle back seat, between where Anna and I will be sitting.
Dad then gripped his back to stretch, before slumping into the driver's seat. I took my place in the cramped back seat, with something digging into my kidneys. The car vibrated as it started and the headlights shone on the front of our house. As the car pulled out onto the road, I gazed back at the house.
Our neighbours light went on and their curtains were pushed to the side. The silhouette of the old woman stood frozen, before shutting the blinds and then the light went off. We drove off and our house shrunk into the distance.
About an hour into our three hour trip, my sister complained she needed a bathroom. Dad rolled his eyes and pulled into the next rest stop. It was simply a block of toilets with a picnic bench outside, surrounded by dense trees. Anna sprinted in as if it was an Olympic event. Dad went in as well, and mum sat at the picnic bench. I took a seat beside her, "didn't they pee before we left?"
"Pair of wimps, both of them," my mum giggled.
Anna came out in a few minutes and mum decided to go inside anyway, "just to be safe." As my sister walked over to me, her long, tanned legs glistened in the morning sunlight. Her hair was now hanging freely, and was long enough to just sit below her shoulders. She sat so close to me, her hips were pressing against mine.
"Having no make-up on really suits you," I winked at her, my voice getting higher in pitch.
"Oh shut up, you punk!"
"You do look nice though," I replied, reaching around her back and resting my hand on her left shoulder.
"Thanks babe," she said lovingly, resting her head on my shoulder and letting out a gentle sigh. I noticed her right hand slide from her leg to mine, and a wave of goosebumps appeared on me. She then lifted her head and her left hand lightly touched my chin. It angled my face to look at hers and as our eyes met, her lips slowly closed in on mine.
Her hand on my leg didn't move, but her other hand moved from my chin up to my cheek, which was turning crimson. Her lips were smooth as they pressed against mine, they were perfectly matched with mine. I then surrendered to her and the heat left my cheeks.
Just as her lips began to separate, she pulled away and her hands were in her lap within seconds. "Alright guys, lets get outta here," dad ordered as he marched out of the toilet block. Anna and I obeyed and took our place in the car. I buckled my seat belt and noticed her looking at me, she didn't say anything. A smile curled across her face and redness filled her cheeks, and I looked away.
I kissed my sister, my own sister. It was more than a casual sibling kiss, we both knew it. Thankfully mum and dad were oblivious to the constant looks Anna and I were giving each other as the drive continued. "You two are quiet this morning, are you okay?" Mum asked with sincerity.
"Fine mum, aren't we allowed to be quiet?" I replied with a shake in my voice, hoping she didn't pick up on it.
"I guess you are, it's just not like the two of you."
"We can argue if you want, Alex is just being a sook this morning," Anna remarked, staring at me.
"Fuck off," I shouted, forgetting who was in the car.
"That's enough of that," dad asserted.
I turned away from Anna for the rest of the trip, so I wouldn't know if she shot me any more looks. What was that kiss even for if she was just going to betray me after? I'll never understand her.
We arrived at our hotel and discovered we were going to be in separate rooms. Mum and dad would take one, Anna and I in the other. Our room had three beds as mum thought Sara was coming, so she ordered a three-bed room. It was more like, one queen bed, and one single bed. I hurled my one suit case onto the single bed while my sister dragged her luggage to the other bed.
"Alex," she called, her eyes glued to the floor.
"Yes?" I stared at her, my eyes traveling from her dark hair to her brown eyes, down to her petite tits, and her long silky legs.
"About that kiss."
"Don't worry, I understand."
Her eyes then left the floor and stared into mine, she shook her head and started toward me. My eyes widened as her arms wrapped around my neck, and her lips pressed against mine. My arms proceeded to wrap around her lower back, without my brain ordering it. I fell backwards onto the bed, taking her with me.
"We shouldn't be doing this," she mumbled in between kisses.
"Does that matter?"
"I hope not."
Her fingers began fumbling the buttons on my shirt, almost tearing them out to get my shirt open. As she undid the bottom and final button, her hand traced along my waist, her eyes on me the whole time. She then broke our kiss and positioned her head so my cock would be in her face if it wasn't restrained by my jeans.
