This is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18. I would suggest that you read part 1 first. (revised version cumming soon)
I would like to thank GrandTeton for his editing and input. Thank you.
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James sat quietly, awaiting an answer from Claire. They had been stuck in road construction on I-75 just north of Atlanta. Claire was doing her best to try to explain to herself why she had just jerked her brother off into the pop bottle while he was driving the large rental truck. What had also gotten to her was the fact that she had masturbated afterwards. It had been powerful and she was still feeling the effects of the wonderful orgasm.
James was still waiting.
Claire took a deep breath and held it for a ten-count before she turned towards James.
"I, um, um, I just couldn't help it. As I held your cock, it just kept getting bigger. It felt so soft, but it was hard. The feel of your veins sliding in my hand was great. I just couldn't help myself."
"Right, I guess, if I had been in your place and my hand was at your parts..."
"I'm not seven James. It's called a pussy. P U S S Y, pussy," she interrupted.
"OK, if it had been me, I would have had my fingers buried in your pussy, finding out what was there," he said with a big grin.
Traffic thinned out a bit and they got a few dozen miles down the road. Pulling into the rest area, James announced he still needed to piss, which got a small chuckle from Claire.
They got out and stretched and wandered off to freshen up. They figured that after fooling with the road construction for almost an hour they could use the break.
When they returned they found that Melody had bought everyone a drink. Claire popped the top on her can and had a good swallow. She sloshed the pop around her mouth. She really needed a rinse.
Claire pulled out the map and everyone gathered around. Multiple fingers danced across the pages, all pointing at interesting places. Wishes for time and money were made by all, accompanied by sad sighs. No one truly wanted to get back on the road, but the sun was already kissing the horizon. They all wanted to put some distance behind them and decided to drive a few more hours.
Claire raised a brow when James pulled into a truck stop. Then she realized that the truck needed refueling. She looked in the side mirror and watched the others doing the same. She decided that she had a few minutes to shop.
She grabbed some snacks and drinks and a few trinkets. She looked at the map on the wall, and smiled. They were just outside of Chattanooga, Tennessee. They could be on I-24 in no time and stop around Jasper.
To her dismay, they ended up stopping in Manchester. She knew well that everyone was tired. They all complained at every hotel and motel they stopped at, only to find they were full. Cindy had made a food run since it was well after midnight.
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Cindy felt dirty as she climbed up into the truck with James the next morning. They had just passed out last night after eating, then overslept. Nobody had time to clean up before check out. And breakfast just sucked. All of which just added to the dismal mood everyone was in.
Cindy looked James in the eyes, "Well, I do hope today goes better."
"We shall see, sis."
"Aren't we the optimist."
"Sorry, sis. Just feels like a bad dream."
"Look at it this way. It's the start of a new day and a new life. A new chapter to write."
"Right, but the start of this new chapter is a bit lame."
Everything can't be roses, nor can they be thorns, Cindy thought. She was determined to enjoy the ride. She had been a driver since they hit the road and had not had much chance to see the forest for the trees.
She pulled her cell phone out and took a snapshot of James driving. More photos, trying to get her sisters in the mirror, and whatever she found during the drive. James and Cindy were fairly quiet through Tennessee, and Cindy's mind drifted back to the past.
She smiled as memories of James danced in her head. He had brought her feathers every time he found one. Not just any old feather. They all were beautiful, in good condition. He had even made a dream catcher with them, when she broke up with a long time boyfriend.
Cindy came back to the present when they crossed into Kentucky.
Police and what looked like army trucks had a road block set up. They seemed to be checking license, insurance, but also looking for something. Cindy sat still and James acted like he was sitting on pins and needles.
She knew James had never, in his life, ever driven a vehicle as large as this one. He had driven a few trucks, for friends when they moved, but this one was almost twice their size. She knew they had nothing to worry about. Well, themselves anyways. What was going on up ahead, however, was different.
She almost felt like crying when it was finally their turn, because James looked like he shit a brick. They made James get out of the truck and must have had him open the back. She could feel and hear the door roll up and a moment later close again. Then the police let them get back under way.
"James? What was that all about?"
"They're looking for a bunch of escaped kids from a juvenile detention center out of Tennessee."
"And the army?"
"No army. They are all popos."
Cindy then remembered all the goings on with Ferguson. Suddenly she grabbed the map and looked at their route. Yep, I-70 runs right past all the riots and protests. Now, she felt a bit worried. It must have shown.
"Cindy? Are you ok?"
"Worried about going through St. Louis."
"Why St. Louis?"
"Duh! The riots, in Ferguson,"
"Oh right! Well, how about we make damn certain that we don't stop?"
"Thank you, James."
"No problem!"
Click, click, went her phone as they passed a huge lake. Her heart slightly fell as they passed, kinda wishing they had the time to go play. Her mind had wondered off on other wishful thinking before noticing a sign for St. Louis. Her eyes darted everywhere, scanning for problems. The closer they got, the more she scooted closer to her brother. When they got onto I-70 she was almost in his lap,
"It will be fine Cindy. I promise."
Her arms wrapped around his chest and she held on for dear life. A kiss to the top of her head as her brother put an arm around her shoulder. She felt secure and warm in his half hug. She loved the closeness to her youngest sibling. She knew beyond a shadow of doubt that she was safe.
James had always been a 'Rock of Gibraltar' for her. Her knight in shining armour. Ready and willing to slay the dragon. She didn't want to move, didn't need to move, so she stayed.
She laughed to herself as she remembered what took place in grade school, when a bunch of boys had called her names. When they had started throwing rocks at her, James stepped in, out of the blue. He used his body as her shield. Too many to fight with, he blocked the rocks. He got her home safe although he had taken quite a beating.
Oh, and that loser boyfriend! God! She loathed that prick! The son of a bitch had the audacity to claim he had his way with her and Melody at the same time, bragging about it during a gymnastics meet, while she and Melody were doing their routines.
James had overheard all of it and beat the snot out of him right there and then.
Cindy came back to the present as they pulled into a motel. Once again it was past midnight.
No one wanted to go after food so Claire called for pizza. They ate and talked and had a fairly good time till they got ready for bed. Cindy was last this time; she lost at rock-paper-scissors.
Standing under the pulsating spray, hitting that one particular spot at the base of her skull, the one that causes you to tingle and melt, she thought of her rock. Yes her rock, the only man she has ever trusted. The last month had taken its toll, but the rock still stood tall and firm. When money got tight, he sold his stuff, not theirs. He wouldn't let them: 'Guys don't need all that crap'. She smiled to herself just thinking about James. He was sweet and obnoxious, smart and dopey. He surprised her at how quickly he had become a man. Like flipping a switch.
James is 18, born just 11 months after Melody and she were, which meant that for one month they were the same age. She could just picture James': brown hair, blue eyes, make that deep blue eyes. Eyelashes longer than any woman she knew had. He had a small cleft in his chin and the dimples, that pop out of nowhere when he smiled. His body bronzed by the summer sun.
James in the shower wet flickered in her mind's eye. The night he fell. His nakedness next to her, almost touching. His tall and lean body glistening as the water trailed down his tanned hide.
As the images of James flowed through her mind, they started a warmth deep down. It grew in intensity as her hands slowly washed her body, caressing her breasts and pulling on her nipples. Her frothy soap covered hands swirled delicately around her aureoles. Her mind turned her hands into his tongue. His teeth, pulling on her nipples. Her head leaned back and she push her chest into her own hands and let a soft moan escape.
She felt hot and excited as a hand traveled down. Soap bubbles trailing her fingers across her taut stomach and then down deep into her. She was wet and slick with her own arousal. Her breath came in short shallow gasps. Her skin flushed as she slid her fingertips between labia. Her finger brushed her clitoral flesh and she shuddered.
Cindy could feel her oncoming release as her fingers worked in her. She leaned against the wall for support as her legs began to weaken. Fingers moving faster and faster, stoking her, pushing her further onwards. She furrowed her digits through her foaming box and then furiously rubbed her clit, as she imagined his tongue doing the work.
Sparks flashing in her eyes, she slid down the wall. Orgasmic ripples washed over her body as wave after wave crashed down. Lying in the bathtub, spent but satisfied, she smiled. 'Wonder what the real thing would be like?'
She crawled in behind James and cuddled his back, arm around his chest, the other under her head. She could smell his scent, not the shampoo. She felt secure next to him, warm, too. She fell asleep dreaming of her knight.
