Maggie's Road Trip

This story is fictional, and all characters are over the age of 18.

I woke up hungover the following morning. Fortunately, my father and uncle weren't in the room when I got out of bed. I got out of bed and decided to take a quick shower. When I came back into the room, they were sitting at the table. They greeted me with coffee and food. I went to the far side of the room, dried off, and got dressed with them sitting there watching me. I asked, "Don't you guys ever get tired of staring at me? Jeez, it's like you've never seen a woman before."

Frank responded, "I'd never get tired of watching you. If you were us, you would stare, too."

Even though Frank was laying it on thick, I found his desperation cute. I sat on the edge of the bed and ate my breakfast while asking, "So, what's the plan today?"

My father told us, "We should make it to the town of the auction early today. Believe it or not, we are ahead of schedule. We are probably going to stay at the same motel tonight and tomorrow. Then, start driving home early Sunday morning. Does that work for everyone?" Frank and I agreed with the plan.

We all got our things together and brought them to the trucks. Frank and I waited in his truck while my father went to return the key cards and settle the bill. Frank asked me, "Can you drive with me today for a bit? It gets lonely doing all this driving, and your father...Well, he's been hogging all the time with you."

I was on to Frank's manipulation. I'm sure he hated driving by himself, but I knew he wanted to feel me out. He wasn't going to let it go, trying to get me to sleep in bed with him. "Yeah, I can drive with you today. All you had to do was ask Uncle Frank." I agreed to ride with him because I was curious about what he was going to ask me or what our conversation was going to be like.

When my father came back, we told him that I was going to ride with Frank. My father told us, "Good. You two seem to have issues you need to talk about. I'm glad I don't have to be in the middle of it."

As we started on the road, it was quiet. I decided that I needed to start the conversation. "So, Uncle Frank, what do you want to know?" I started. "Or should I ask, what do you think you know?" I said sarcastically.

"Oh, I know things, Maggie. Don't act like I don't know things," he shot back.

This has always been our thing. We would exchange sarcastic comments, but neither of us has ever been offended by the other. He would make inappropriate comments, and I would do the same to him. Part of me wasn't looking forward to what he was going to say because I had done some really inappropriate things over the past few days. I wouldn't be able to change the subject or deny my behavior. "Well, be honest and tell me what it is you think you know."

"You want me to be honest?"

"Yeah. I'll be honest, too," I reassured him.

"Ok. How did it start," he asked.

"It just happened. I was sitting on his lap, and we were drinking. I'm not blaming the drinking, but it played a part. His hand...ended on my thigh...and yeah...I didn't move it," I said nervously. Speaking about everything was more complicated than I thought it was going to be. I tried to change the subject. "You were sitting right there. You probably know more than I do. You and my father tell each other everything. Maybe I should ask you how it happened."

Frank laughed, "You're trying to change direction. That's what you do when you're challenged. I get it, though. I knew the two of you were doing something, but I didn't know what. Look...It is what it is. All that matters is, are you having fun being on the road trip with us? I am obviously jealous, but I want you to have fun with us."

I appreciated my uncle's honesty. This was the first time we weren't throwing sarcastic jabs at each other. I felt that if the way the conversation was going to go, we could be honest with each other. "Haha, Uncle Frank. Yeah, I was trying to change the subject. I forgot how well you know me for a minute," I told him. "To be honest, I don't really know what we were thinking. It just started out slowly with a touch here and there and just snowballed. I don't regret it. And to answer your question, yes, I am having fun on this road trip. Can you be honest with me now?"

"Sure. Ask me anything," he told me.

"Ok. Are the two of you serious about me sharing your bed? Have you and my dad actually talked about that?"

"I may have asked what if to your father. He told me, and I'm telling you this because he would say the same thing to you. As you know, he doesn't beat around the bush on things. He said if you wanted to and you did, he wouldn't be mad. He said we're all on this long trip, and as long as we're all having fun, he's ok with it. I hope that doesn't upset you, but you asked, and I told you I'd be honest with you. You've obviously thought about it because it keeps coming up. Am I wrong," he asked.

He wasn't wrong. I suspected that they had said something about me like this. The fact that my father did things while my uncle was there led me to believe it could happen. Had I contemplated it? Yeah, I did think about it. I don't know how that would happen, though. "I thought about it last night. My father said you felt left out. I felt bad and never wanted you to feel left out, but I don't know what else to do or say," I embarrassingly told him. "Plus, Uncle Frank. We...uh...you know...We haven't...um...done it. We did other things...you know...but, yeah...We haven't done that." I was back to struggling with words.

My uncle's next question seemed simple, but it wasn't. "How come? Is that too far for you?"

"No. I would do it, but we're never alone. We tried last night in the bathroom, but I couldn't because you were right outside the door. It's awkward...You know what I mean."

It's like a lightbulb that went off with Frank. "OOOO...I get it. I can go out for a little bit tonight. Would that help?"

It has become real now. I thought it would be nice to be alone for a little while. Even though I was currently sober, I knew I would need alcohol courage for it to happen. "That would work. Do you mind waiting until I have a few drinks? I don't think I would have done anything without a buzz, if we're still being honest."

Frank laughed, "Yeah, he wouldn't have done it without booze in him either. When we drink, we don't care. You seem to have gotten that from our side of the family. Yeah, I'll go out later. Just so you know, I am going to have to come back. What happens if I walk in on you while you are in the act?"

"What do you mean," I asked. I hadn't thought about that, so I wanted clarification on what he meant.

"Well, let's say I walk back in, and the two of you are going at it. Do I sit there and wait for it to end? Do I go to bed? Do I join in? I just want to know what you want me to do, that's all."

I understood what he was angling for. He was hoping I would tell him he could join in. I didn't know how to answer his question. I gave him a very vague response that I hoped I wouldn't regret. "I guess we'll cross that bridge if it happens. Obviously, people do stupid shit when they drink. Especially the two of you."

My uncle very simply said, "True, but you left yourself out. The three of us do stupid stuff when we drink."

The rest of the drive was uneventful. We talked about stupid stuff and talked trash to each other. It was a pleasant day. We met my father for dinner and then found a motel. While Frank and I were waiting, my father came to the truck and told us there was bad news. He said, "Well, Frank, you got your wish. The motel was booked up. They only had one bed, rooms. We don't really have a choice, so I got a room with a queen size bed. Are you both ok with that?" Then he threw a dig at Frank. "I know you're ok with it, Frank. Maggie, are you ok with it?"

"Looks like I'm going to have to be. This is going to be interesting, I guess," I said with concern in my voice. "Looks like I should increase my alcohol intake tonight," I tried to joke.

It was only six o'clock, and there was a lot of night to go. We brought our belongings into the room. I looked through my bag for a clean pair of panties and decided to wear a tank top again. Instead of running into the shower, I started drinking. My uncle and father decided to take their showers first, which gave me a head start on getting a buzz.

I was sitting in the chair that gave me a clear view of the rest of the room. When my uncle came out of the bathroom, my father went right in to shower. I watched my uncle dry himself as he deliberately faced me. My uncle has always had a touch of arrogance to him. He stood there without clothes on and asked me, "Like what you see?"

Sure, he looked sexy, I thought. I grabbed my bottle of tequila and just started downing it. I was worried about how this night might turn out. I figured the more I drank, the better I would be able to handle it. I joked, "I'm keeping my opinions to myself." Frank put his boxers and t-shirt on and walked towards me. I got up from the chair, telling him, "Hear. You can have your spot," as I walked to the bed to check social media and watch videos. As I had done every night. No need to change our routines, I thought.

My father came out, and I didn't go into the bathroom like I did last night when he came out. I stayed in bed, watching him dry himself less than a foot from me. He quickly put his boxers on as I continued drinking from the bottle of tequila. When the alcohol hit me, I decided it was time for me to get in the shower.

All I could think about in the shower was finally having time alone with my dad. Sure, I was nervous, but we had built towards this for days. I assumed my uncle had already told my father the plan. I was concerned that my uncle was going to walk in on us, and I had no idea how that would play out. I mean, I'm not an idiot. I realize how vulnerable I would be in that situation. It was a risk I was 100% willing to take. As I did every night, I wrapped a towel around myself and exited the bathroom. I stood on the opposite side of the bed in the room and found a pair of lace, G-string panties that I put on as I watched the two of them stare at me. Then, I put on my customary tank top. I was still feeling the buzz I had built up before getting in the shower. I grabbed my tequila and headed over to the table. I sat on my father's lap and asked, "Cards again?" As I leaned into my father as we had done all week.

I could feel my father growing under me. I lifted my ass and reached under me to position his growing penis in a more comfortable position for the both of us. I pulled it through the hole of his boxers and had it resting between my legs on my panty covered slit. The only thing that separated us was my panties very thin cloth.

My father and uncle seemed to be playing catch up with their drinking. I was taking bigger gulps than I had been on previous nights. I was drinking tequila, but whenever my uncle handed me the whisky bottle, I was drinking that too. It was nine now, and I knew I needed to slow my drinking. My father had reached down to between my legs. He pulled my panties to the side, exposing my vagina. He positioned his dick so it was resting against my bare slit. I was on my way to being shitfaced. I nudged my uncle with my foot to signal him to leave like he said he would.

On cue, my uncle said, "Hey, I gotta run out for a bit. Don't worry, I'm not going to be driving."

My father almost screwed it up, "Where are you going without driving? Stop being stupid and sit down. You don't know anyone here."

Frank played it off, "I'm serious. I gotta go out for a bit. I'll be back in an hour or two. You two don't mind spending time together without me here for an hour or two, do you?" then he winked at my father.

It clicked with my father. "Yeah, no, we don't mind being alone. Go ahead. We'll See you when you get back. You don't mind, right, Maggie?"

"No, I don't mind works for me," I said through slurred speech.

When Frank left, my father said, "Well, what do you want to do? We're all alone. Do you want to lay down in the bed?"

I used a whiny voice to annoy him. "Is that where you want me to go, Dad?" He had always hated it when I was whiny.

He told me in a firm tone, "Yes. I want you to go to bed with me."

As I attempted to stand up, it was clear that I overdid the drinking. My legs felt like Jello, and my balance was off. Fortunately, my father assisted me across the room. I scooted into the center of the bed. I watched my father remove his shirt, and then he removed his boxers. He was fully erect. I was amazed and terrified by the size of his dick, knowing it was soon going to be inside of me. My father got into the bed next to me. He grabbed the bottom of my shirt as I sat up slightly to help him remove it from my body. He then gripped his fingers around the waistband of my panties and pulled them down to my ankles. I kicked them off my ankles and parted my legs for him. The anticipation was driving me insane as my dad took his time. I felt like he was admiring his prey like a hunter.

My father started kissing and sucking the inside of my thighs as he slowly licked his way up. When he made it to my privates, his mouth hovered above it. His warm breathing was making my vag lips quiver. I wanted him so badly at that moment. Then, he dragged his tongue up my slit while his hands pulled my legs further apart. His tongue quickly found my clit and toyed with it while a finger briefly slid inside of me. It was clear that he wanted to toy with me before annihilating me. His mouth moved slowly to my mound, then to my belly, and kept going until he reached my breasts. Once his mouth made it to my breasts, it attacked my nipples, causing my nipples to harden immediately. I was flailing under him. My body was losing control, and all I wanted was him inside of me.

My father moved upward to kissing my neck until he made his way to my lips. He positioned himself between my legs, and we were now face to face. I could feel his dick near my soaking opening. He asked me, "Is this what you want?"

I was biting my lip and wide eyed as I shook my head. He lowered his lips to mine as I instinctively opened mine to welcome his tongue in. While we kissed, my father reached down and positioned the head of his dick at my entrance. As he entered me, I gasped for air, breaking our kiss. He didn't ask if I was ok, and he continued to push forward into me. Our eyes were locked with each other as he filled me beyond belief. His thrusting motion was smooth and slow. I felt my eyes rolling every time he hit the back of my pussy. No one had ever been this deep inside of me. He asked, "Does it feel good?"

I moaned, "MMMPPPHHH...So good, Dad." As soon as I responded, my father changed and started pounding me, fast and hard. This was already the best sexual experience of my life, and we were just getting started. My moaning was loud and nonstop. My father's breathing was steady. He lifted his body from mine, and he was positioned like he was doing a push-up. His pelvis continued to crash into me, driving his cock into the deepest parts of my pussy as I tried to breathe through the intense feelings and pressure he was causing my pussy. My tits bounced with every assaultive thrust.

I felt the blood rushing to my pussy, and I knew I was going to cum soon. "Dad...I'm gonna cum...Fuck, Dad...I'm gonna," then it hit me viciously and powerfully. "FUCK! DAD! I'M CUMMING!" I came so hard it felt like I could have pushed my Dad's cock out of me. My body was thrashing under my father as he kept me in place and continued to smash me into oblivion.

My body lost all of its energy as my father sped up to a feverish pace. He was fucking me recklessly. My biggest fear was him cumming inside me. This was the first time I had been fucked without a condom. Suddenly, he pulled out and jerked himself to a finish. His cum shot all the way to my chest. I had puddles of cum from my chest to my belly.

I'm not going to lie; I felt like a dead fish after I came. I had no energy to move. I was worried that I had disappointed my dad. I told him, "I'm going to wipe myself down in the bathroom. I'll be right back." When I got out of bed, my legs were shaking as I walked. I felt drained. I wiped myself down with a washcloth as I stared at myself in the mirror. Even though I didn't regret what I had done, I still felt ashamed of myself. I couldn't believe we had just done that. I was grateful that he didn't finish inside of me.

When I came out of the bathroom, I asked, "Do you want me to bring you anything?" My father told me to grab the bottle of whisky. I grabbed it for him, along with my tequila. The two of us sat in the bed silently as we continued to drink. Usually, we would just go to sleep after we did something. This time was different. I asked, "Are you disappointed?"

My father started laughing. "Absolutely not, Maggie. That was the best sexual experience of my life. You were amazing. How was it for you?"

I don't know if I believed him when he said it was the best he had ever had. "Dad, that was amazing. I love you so much and couldn't wait to do it with you and for you. I would do anything for you." While I waited for a response, I went back to guzzling my tequila.

"I love you too, Maggie. I'm glad you liked it. I would do anything for you, too. Is it wrong to think we can keep doing this once we get home, or do you think we should only do it on this trip?"

I hadn't thought about when we would get home until now. "Dad, please tell me this isn't going to end when we get home. I don't want this to end. I really don't want it to end." I had never been a clingy girl, and I felt like one now. I couldn't believe I was pleading with my father to keep fucking me. I started guzzling more booze because I was terrified of his response.

"I'm glad you feel that way, Maggie. I don't want it to end when we get home, either. We just need to be careful and plan things out. We don't want to get caught."

"Ok, good. Yeah...We definitely don't want to get caught. I'm so happy, Dad. You make me happy," I said as I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

Then, I heard the door opening. Uncle Frank asked before walking in, "Is it safe?"

My father and I started laughing. Dad told him, "One sec." He quickly put his boxers back on and asked me, "Are you staying in bed or coming back to the table?" I told him I was going to stay in bed. "Well, you should probably get under the covers then," he said as he motioned for me to look down.

I giggled and said, "Oh...Yeah, I forgot I was naked." I was buzzed before and after sex. I have been guzzling alcohol, and I was feeling really intoxicated.

Once I was covered, my father told Frank to come in. They sat at the table and went right back to handing whisky back and forth to each other. Frank asked, "So...Everything go good while I was gone?"

I had a case of the giggles, "Yup. Everything went great!" I said through my giggling fit.

Frank looked at my father and said, "Jeez, you must have done well. I've never seen Maggie this happy. Good job, Brother."

I took another drink and then went on my phone to scroll through social media. I was drunk and tired. I asked, "What side of the bed should I sleep on? I'm exhausted and probably going to sleep soon."

My father asked, "Do you mind sleeping in the middle? It's going to be cramped, and you are the smallest one."

My giggles came back, "Yeah. I can sleep in the middle. At least I won't have to worry about falling out of bed." I turned the nightstand light out. They had a lamp on the table, so they should be fine, I thought.

While I was lying in bed, they were talking. I couldn't make out most of what they were saying, but I did hear my uncle ask my father, "How good was it?"