Maggie's Road Trip

This story is fiction, and all characters are eighteen or older. This is a fantasy story, and I do not condone the behavior.

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The following morning, I was awakened by the motel door opening. Initially, I didn't think anything about it. Then, I heard Frank tell my father, "Jeez, look at her. Her body is flawless."

I realized that I had nothing covering me, and they were looking at my naked body. I quickly pulled the blanket over me and told them, "What the fuck, guys. Did you spend the morning staring at me?" I was pissed that my father didn't cover me when he realized I was lying there in plain view. What did he tell Frank, I thought. Frank had to have asked him why I slept nude with him.

My uncle thought everything was a joke as he laughed at my frustration. "No, we didn't spend the morning staring at you. We went out to get coffee and breakfast sandwiches. By the way, we got you a sausage, egg, and cheese because we know it's your favorite. When we came back, you were sprawled out on the bed naked."

I could tell he was annoyed with the way I spoke to him. My head was pounding, probably from drinking whisky, I thought. "Oh, sorry then," I told them. I was attempting to get over my embarrassment when my father handed me a coffee and my sandwich. I sat up, keeping the blanket tucked around me to hide my nudeness. I thanked my father and shot him a look. I don't know how we were going to explain my being nude in the bed we shared. He shrugged his shoulders and gave me a look back. Plus, I knew my uncle. He was not going to let it go.

My father told me, "We're going to be heading out soon. We tried to let you get as much sleep as possible. How long is it going to take you to get ready?"

"I will get dressed as soon as I'm done eating. I just need to find my clothes," the minute I said I needed to find my clothes, I knew my uncle was going to say something. Sometimes, I speak without thinking.

And like clockwork, my uncle asked, "And why do you not know where your clothes are? Jesus, what did I miss out on," he said as he laughed.

I knew I had to clean up the mess my father and I had made. Frank isn't an idiot. He suspected something had happened. Out of nervousness, I decided to make a joke out of it. That's what I always did when I got caught doing something I shouldn't have done. "Well, you shouldn't have slept through everything. You missed a show. I told you that you would regret telling me to sleep on the floor." It was not my best comeback, but I needed to say something.

"Well, Maggie, I owe you an apology. Please feel free to share a bed with me anytime you want moving forward," my uncle said sarcastically.

The fact that he was joking about it meant he wasn't mad at either of us. That meant regardless of his feelings, he wasn't going to say anything to anyone. I was embarrassed, but I was also relieved. I asked, "Do you guys see my clothes anywhere?"

My father threw my shorts on the bed. I put them on under the blanket. When my uncle threw me my shirt, the blanket fell from my upper body as I attempted to catch it. I yelled, "Fuck!" as I grabbed my shirt and pulled the blanket up. I couldn't do anything but laugh at this point.

Frank was not known for leaving a joke unsaid, "No need to be modest at this point."

My father finally spoke, "Give her a break, Frank. She's already having a rough morning. We're going to warm the trucks up while you get ready to leave."

When they left, I got my toiletries from the bathroom and put a pair of sweatpants on with a hoodie. When I got outside, Frank was standing between the trucks. I asked my uncle where my father was.

"He went to return the room key. He'll be back in a minute. Hey, so you know I was playing around with you in there. I hope I didn't hurt your feelings or anything."

I was glad my uncle said this to me. "Thank you, Uncle Frank. Sorry if I was bitchy. It's early in the morning. I'm sure it was weird seeing me like that."

My uncle had a quizzical look on his face. I know he must have been curious about how I ended up naked. Then he asked, "Did you have fun though?"

He was either fishing for information or wondering if I did something I regretted. I knew I needed to be careful with my answer to protect my father. "Yes. I had fun last night, and I'm having fun on this road trip. Can we let it go?" Frank laughed at my answer. I asked, "What? What's so funny? You might as well tell me. I mean, you saw me naked twice. There's no secrets at this point."

"I can let it go, Maggie. But you being naked on the bed is burned into my memory. I don't want that to go. Jeez...Your body looked amazing," Frank told me.

I giggled at his comment. "Well, thank you for the compliment, I guess. I give you permission to keep the memory. Ok?"

"Thanks, I think I will. Any chance we will share a bed on this trip," he asked me with a laugh.

I know he thought my father and I had sex, even though we didn't. Before last night, I never thought they looked at me like a woman. Things were happening fast, and I was getting confused. I felt like I could no longer be my flirty, sarcastic self. "Just to be clear, what you think happened didn't happen. I know how it looked, but that did not happen. I need you to believe me about that."

"So, you two didn't have sex," he asked. Before I could answer, he asked, "But something happened. Just not sex, is what you're saying."

I vaguely said, "We did not have sex," and left it at that. I knew my answer left everything open for interpretation, but it was the best I could do without opening up for more questions.

Finally, my father was walking towards us. "We're all set. Let's hit the road before the traffic picks up."

I got in the truck with my father and immediately asked, "He knows we did something. What are we going to do?"

My father told me, "He's fine. You don't need to worry about him. Are you still, ok? I was afraid you were going to wake up mad at me. We're fine, right?"

My father and Frank were as close as close could be. He was right; they were loyal to each other. "Yeah, Dad. We are fine. We drank a little too much and did some stupid stuff. It's both of our faults. You don't think I'm a whore, I hope."

My father told me, "Sweetie, I know you are not a whore. I would never think that of you. You're right. We drank too much and made stupid decisions." Then he continued, "Today is going to be a long drive. We should be able to stop driving and get a motel room around seven tonight. Let me know when you get hungry, and we'll stop. Ok?"

And just like that, we navigated away from the awkwardness of what we did last night. We stopped a few times during the drive to use the bathroom and get coffee. Otherwise, the drive was uneventful. I ended up falling asleep in the truck. Around five o'clock I was woken up by my father. "Hey, I'm running into the liquor store. Do you want me to grab you anything, or is whisky fine?"

For the second time today, I was woken up abruptly. I was in such a deep sleep that I was groggy. Unknowingly, I said, "Yeah...sure...grab me some tequila. I like tequila; it makes me horny." My father got out of the truck before I realized what I said or telling him that I was joking.

When he got back in the truck, he asked, "Is Patron good tequila?"

I was having anxiety over my comment. "I was kidding with you, Dad. You woke me up from a good dream, and I didn't really know what I was saying."

My father was laughing, "Whatever you say, Maggie. I got you, Patron. The guy in the store said it was a popular brand. Drink it if you want, or save it, up to you. There's a restaurant down the street where we're going to get dinner. Frank is going to meet us there. He went to rent us a room at a motel a couple of miles away. Are you hungry?"

I was trying to get over my embarrassing comment. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't have thought twice about my comment. "Yeah, I am. I'm fucking starving." I rarely used the word fuck around my father. I figured I didn't need to worry about making him upset, considering I had his dick in my mouth last night.

When Frank got to the restaurant, my father asked him, "What's the motel like?"

Frank started laughing. "Well, it's not expensive, so we'll see. I didn't go into the room. I paid for a room with two beds, got the key, and came here. I'm starving." Then Frank looked at me, "For the record, Maggie, I want you to know that I will not have you sleeping on the floor. You have an open offer to share my bed with me."

"Nice of you to offer, Uncle Frank," I said as they laughed hysterically. I said to my father, "I don't know why you're laughing. It won't be funny when you're missing me in the middle of the night," and then I started laughing.

My father said, "I'll just jump in the bed with the both of you. I'm not getting left out."

Frank chimed back in, "That might be fun. Don't knock till you try it."

Not wanting either of them to get the last word, "According to your guys' logic, we should just start getting rooms with one big bed, then," I joked.

Then, my father said, "That could work too."

We were all laughing when the waitress showed up to take our order. We ordered our food, and as soon as the waitress walked away, I told them, "You guys are so bad. I never knew how perverted the two of you were."

My father told me, "This is who we are when no one is around. We like to have harmless fun and a good time. We work our asses off, and when we have time to ourselves, which isn't often, we like to let loose. You should come to the cabin with us sometime."

I felt like instead of overthinking last night, I was just going to be myself. I felt like I was walking around on eggshells all day, and that isn't who I am. For the first time today, I felt like myself. Plus, I couldn't let the two of them talk trash to me with no comebacks. "You guys never invite anyone to the cabin. Especially women. I'm flattered." My dad and uncle owned an old hunter's cabin in the middle of the woods. They didn't invite anyone to go there with them. Honestly, though, no one would want to go. It was in the middle of nowhere, with no cell coverage and nothing to do. "We'll have to see how this road trip goes, and then I'll let you know if I'll go."

Frank couldn't let the conversation go without a smartass comment. "Well, you'll feel right at home. There are only two beds."

"You seem obsessed with getting me to sleep in a bed with you, Uncle Frank. Have you always been this jealous of my father," I shot back with a laugh.

Our food came, and the three of us downed our food quickly. As soon as we were done eating, we paid the bill and followed Frank to the motel. When we pulled up, all I could think was, what a dump this place is. When we got in the room, it was basically the same setup as last night. Two full size beds and a small rickety table with two chairs right outside the bathroom.

I asked them, "Do either of you need to use the bathroom? I really need a shower." They asked if I minded if they used the showers first. I never thought about them needing to take a shower. "Yeah, sure, I can wait," I told them.

Frank went first. My father cracked his bottle of whisky open. Then, he put the bottle of tequila on the table and removed the cap for me. He handed me a six pack of pineapple juice. "The guy said tequila is good with pineapple juice. Do you want me to mix it for you?"

"Thank you, Dad. We don't have any cups. I'll figure it out," I told him. I opened a juice bottle, drank some of it, and then filled it with tequila. It wasn't strong enough, so I guzzled more to make room for more tequila. This time, I could taste the tequila. When my father asked me if it was good, I said, "Yeah, it is. It definitely hits the spot. Thank you for getting it for me."

I had finished the whole bottle as Frank came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around him. My father got up and went right into the bathroom. I poured more tequila into the bottle and then topped it off with juice. When I turned after filling the bottle, I saw my uncle drying himself off between the beds. He was completely naked when I looked over at him. "Jesus, Uncle Frank. Give a girl a warning next time."

Frank laughed as he told me, "Don't act like you don't like it."

I could feel myself turning beet red. Joking and talking trash was one thing, but standing in the room naked was something different. "You wish I did, perv."

Frank put on a pair of boxers and a T-shirt before coming to sit down next to me. "So, Maggie. Are you having a good time?"

I was guzzling my drink too fast. I knew I needed to slow down before I ended up drunk. It was only eight o'clock, and what I learned from these two was they liked to stay up late and drink. "Yeah, Uncle Frank, I am. It's been a learning experience so far. I always like spending time with you and Dad. Are you glad I came?"

"After this morning, I'm surprised that you even need to ask me that," he said sarcastically.

"You're not going to let me live that down, are you," I asked. I could feel the alcohol hitting my system as I started feeling lightheaded.

"Nope. I am not," he said in a matter of fact tone. Before I could respond, my father came out of the bathroom.

I got up quickly, grabbed my toiletry bag, and went into the bathroom, telling them, "My turn, losers." I was happy that I didn't have to wait for the water to heat up tonight. Again, shitty water pressure but plenty of hot water. As I got out of the shower, I remembered that I had forgotten my clothes again. This time, I wasn't worried about coming out in just a towel. After last night and this morning, I don't think anything could possibly embarrass me. When I came out, they were sitting there like they had been the night before. Passing the whisky bottle back and forth and playing cards. They watched me as I squeezed by and while I was looking for something to put on. I looked, and they were both sitting there in boxers with T-shirts. I asked, "So, is tonight underwear night or something? No one told me we had theme nights on this road trip."

"Yeah, it is. Why are you going to join us? I dare you," my uncle said.

In my family, we don't turn down dares unless you never want to hear the end of it. My problem was my panties were all lace and skimpy. I couldn't put my pride aside, especially when I had a buzz. "That was a low blow, Uncle Frank. You know I can't let a dare go. Fuck it. Underwear night it is." To fuck with them more, I decided to wear a tight tank top too. I figured if he wanted to talk shit, I would give him the biggest case of blue balls he has ever had. I looked at myself in the mirror with the tank top on. You could practically see right through the white fabric. I could definitely see my nipples.

When I went back into the room, I grabbed my empty bottle and filled it with mostly tequila and very little juice. Their eyes were glued to me. "Enjoy your game, guys. I'm going to watch some videos in the bed." Even with my back to them, I could feel their eyes on me.

I sat in the bed on my phone as they went back and forth, complaining about the hands they were dealt. It took about an hour before my father asked me to join them. I had finished my third bottle of the night, and it hit me when I got out of bed. I wasn't drunk, but I was more than buzzed. I was unsteady on my feet but made it across the room without making a fool of myself. I sat on my father's lap and leaned back into him like I had the previous night. This time, he handed me his cards as soon as I sat down. I may be inexperienced, but I am not stupid or naïve. I knew he wanted to repeat last night when I was on his lap.

Frank broke the silence, "I like your shirt," he said with a chuckle.

My father handed me the bottle of whisky. I took a gulp and said to my uncle, "I'm sure you do. Any man would like my shirt." Then, I felt my father's hand on my thigh. His touch sent shivers through my body. I quickly parted my legs for him. No need to play the cat and mouse confusion game tonight, I thought to myself. He ran his finger up and down my slit on the other side of my panties. I could feel the wetness flowing into the fabric, so I'm sure he could, too.

He whispered in my ear, "Feel good?"

I turned to his ear, "Yes."

"Do you want me to do more," he asked.

I didn't know what more meant, but I wanted him to keep going. I was holding the cards up to my face so Frank couldn't see what I was saying. I whispered back, "Yes."

Frank told us, "Instead of talking about which cards to play, just play the cards."

I took two random cards and put them on the table. I must have screwed up because Frank laughed at us. My father moved my panties to the side and slowly put the tip of his finger inside me. He moved it inside and out slowly. It took everything I had to keep myself from losing it right there in front of Frank. Then Frank handed me the bottle again. I leaned forward, and my father had to move his hand. I had my arms on the table as I tried to catch my breath. Frank asked me, "You, ok? You're really red. You're not gonna be sick, are you?"

I lied, "I think so. Dad, can you help me, please?" I got up and went to the bathroom, with my father following me.

When he closed the door, he asked me, "Do you want me to hold your hair while you throw up?"

I told him, "I don't feel sick. I don't know...you know...Yeah, I don't know anything...So, yeah...um...yeah, I'm not sick though." I didn't know what to say once in the bathroom with him. I was hoping he knew what we should do. I was buzzed, horny, and didn't know what I was doing or how to do anything.

My father backed me against the sink. He started slowly pulling my panties down. He asked, "Is this what you don't know?"

"Yeah...That's...um yeah...I think so...You know, yeah, I don't know...you want that...I think you want that," I stammered. As he continued to pull my panties down, I tried to speak again. "You can't go all the way...you know...all the way...yeah...inside, Dad...Don't put it all the way inside...Ok?"

My father picked me up and sat me on the counter in the bathroom once he had my panties off. He lowered his boxers, and I got to see his dick clearly for the first time. Seeing it was intimidating. I knew there was no way he could put that in me, where I would be able to be quiet about it. He asked, "Are you saying don't put it all the way inside?"

That's exactly what I was trying to say, but I couldn't get the words to form. I was too buzzed and scared out of my mind. "Yes...if you wan to...you know...you can, but not all the way...Ok?" I stammered again. My father took my shirt off. He was sucking on my nipples as he slid the tip of his dick up and down my slit. I had an arm around his neck while resting my head on his shoulder. Then I felt him push the head of his dick past my entrance. I couldn't believe he was inside me as I struggled from being stretched from what little he had inside me. I was breathing heavily and moaning quietly. Then he pushed too far inside. I told him, "OK, OK, OK...That's far enough. Just right there...Please, Dad," I pleaded.

My father listened to me and didn't try to go deeper inside of me. He slowly went back and forth with his motions as I leaned back. I couldn't believe we were doing this. I couldn't believe my father had his dick inside of me. He asked, "Do you like it, Maggie? Does it feel good?"

It didn't feel good at first, but now it did. "It feels...You feel...Good, Dad," I moaned.

My father's hands were gripping my ass as he slowly thrust in and out of me. He asked, "Where's Daddy's dick, Maggie?"

I was delirious at this point. "It's in my pussy, Daddy...You're in my pussy, Daddy...You're fucking me," I moaned. My father got carried away and tried to go deeper. I yelped, "No, Daddy...not that deep...Dad." He quickly pulled out and told me to get on the floor. I knelt in front of him. He pulled my head to his dick, and I opened my mouth. He put the head of his dick in my mouth as he stroked himself then I felt streams of cum filling my mouth again. Like last night, I had no choice but to swallow.