Sibling Road Trip Pt 02

My name is Amy, soon to be a college freshman at Cornell. My brother, Peter, and I had just completed a four-day road trip to Ithaca from our family home in Las Vegas. Along the way, some wonderful things had developed between the two of us and now, we were not only lovers but deeply in love. We'd yet to figure out what that would mean for the future.

The trip itself was without major incident except for that time our author went into Google Maps Street View, dropped the pin on the wrong road and made me describe ON-403 as an "honest-to-God dirt road". He's a careless doofus sometimes. But, in a few more pages he's going have a lesbian goddess I haven't yet met giving me mind-blowing orgasms. So despite his faults he DOES have some redeeming qualities!

It goes without saying that all characters in this story are fictional, including me. If you think otherwise, you're on drugs. Or you should be. Your choice.

On with the story!

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We arrived in town just after 2 PM and, after getting our bearings, we got a room at the Statler, right on campus. Our room was ready, so the hotel let us check in early then we walked out into town to find the house I'd be renting with three other girls I'd not yet met. It was in a nice neighborhood within walking distance of campus and the house was perfect from the outside. I phoned the property manager to arrange a meeting for first thing the following morning.

Then, I called Jackie, one of my mother's college roommates and the woman who had helped arrange the house rental. She was delighted to hear from me; she insisted on meeting us and showing us the campus. Twenty minutes later I saw her walking into the hotel lobby.

Mom had described her as "striking" and "beautiful" and I'd seen some old group photos with her somewhere in the crowd. But, in person, she was simply stunning. Flawless ebony skin, 5' 7", slim, casually dressed in expensive clothes. She walked with grace and self-confidence and as he got closer, I was mesmerized by her full lips, impossibly high cheekbones and the most sensuous "come fuck me" eyes I'd ever seen. I don't normally objectify women like this, but she might have been the most stunningly attractive woman I'd ever seen.

She saw us and broke into a warm, welcoming smile. She wrapped me in a tight hug and introduced herself. "Hi, Amy! I'm Jakisha. Please call me Jackie."

"Jackie, it's such a pleasure. This is my little brother, Peter."

She turned and said "Ha! Not so little, I'd say. It's nice to meet you, Peter. I'm Jackie."

"Hi, Jackie.", Peter mumbled. He was as stunned by her as I was.

Just then, a lovely, petite Asian woman walked up and put her arm around Jackie's waist. Jackie turned to us and said, "This is my wife, Chalita. Chali, these are Ann's kids, Amy and Peter."

She gave me a hug and said hi, then turned to Peter and laughed. "My, my! I expected a boy!", she said as she touched his arm, feeling his bicep. "I'm so happy to meet you, Peter."

"Stop it, you old cougar.", laughed Jackie. Looking at Peter, she said "Just ignore her. She's always been an incorrigible flirt."

Chalita had shoulder-length black hair, brown eyes, and a pretty, soft face. Her lips were full and pouty, painted in bright red lipstick which, on many other women might have been too much but which suited her perfectly. She was braless in a tank top and shorts, which accentuated both her breasts -- just slightly too large for her frame -- and her perfect butt. Again, I don't like to objectify women but, oh my! Chalita was smoking hot. I could see that Perter had both noticed and instantly succumbed. And I knew that he would continue to stare at her tits if I didn't move the conversation along.

"Mom wanted us to give you her love. She really wishes she could have been here with us."

"We welcome her love and return it in spades." Holding out her arm so I could take it, she said "Let's take that tour, shall we? Where'd you park, Chali?"

"I found a spot right in front." She took Peter's hand and said, "Walk with me, Peter. Right this way..."

Mom wasn't lying about Cornell; the campus is beautiful; the buildings were stately and majestic and the green space was astounding. We drove around for a bit, then parked and walked the rest.

Along the way we got some of their back story. Chalita was from Thailand. She first came to the U.S. to attend college, stayed for work, then became an American citizen after marrying Jackie. Chalita -- who we were asked to call Chali -- was Mom's roommate in the Hans Bethe House on West Campus during their sophomore years, then Chali transferred to Princeton for her final two undergrad years and stayed for her doctorate in mathematics.

Jackie was born in the U. S. to parents who had fled Ethiopia after Haile Selassie was overthrown in 1974; her father had been a senior minister in the Selassie government and, through close connections in the State Department, was allowed to seek asylum here. Jackie was born in New York City a few years later. She lived with Mom off campus in Collegetown during their junior and senior years, after which Mom moved to Palo Alto for Stanford Law and Jackie moved to Philly to get her MBA at Wharton. Afterward, both Chalita and Jackie independently came back to Ithaca. Jackie was now a senior administrator at the business school and Chali was a tenured professor in the math department.

They had never met, though, until they both attended Mom and Dad's wedding some six years after they'd both resettled at Cornell. They married six years after that and had just celebrated their 15th anniversary.

Our hostesses were delightful and, after showing us the campus, Jackie invited us to have dinner with them at their home. Insisted, really. "Nothing fancy.", she said. "We know you're tired after the trip but, please, we'd love for you to hang a while."

They'd been so gracious that we could hardly say 'no' and, to be honest, I'd kind-of hoped for the offer. As much as I wanted to get Peter into bed, I wanted even more to spend more time with Jackie and Chali; they were really very special people. Especially Jackie. I readily accepted and I could see that Peter concurred in my decision; he'd been not-so-surreptitiously gawking at Chali's body all afternoon...

We didn't need anything from our hotel room, so we drove straight to their house, a lovely Victorian surrounded with plantings and other delightful homes.

"Can I get you guys something to drink?" asked Chani.

Peter chimed in. "We're not 21 yet but, if you'll oblige, we both enjoy a nice dry wine. Red or white. Doesn't matter."

"Oh, of course! Don't be silly.", she said, then called out to Jackie who'd moved to the kitchen "Three glasses of Cab, here, sweetheart. I'll be in to grab them in a second."

Then she looked back at us -- at Peter, actually -- and said "We're pretty laid back, Jackie and me. I think we'll have some fun together! We're so happy you're here." She disappeared for a bit and came back with three generous glasses of Cabernet Franc. It was delicious.

We sipped on our wine for a few minutes and, noticing that Jackie was stuck in the kitchen, I excused myself to join her. "Chalita's a delight, Jackie. Thanks for inviting us. Can I help with dinner?"

"She is, isn't she? She's the joy of my life.", She turned toward me and looked intently for a few seconds, almost uncomfortably close. She put her hands on my shoulders and smiled. "You look exactly like your mother at age 20. Did you know that?"

"Yes. I've seen pictures."

She grazed my cheek with her thumb then dropped her hands and turned away. "She was always a pretty girl. As for the second question, I COULD use a sous chef. Would you dice up about a cup of mirepoix for me? Knives are there, bowls there, cutting board over there..."

"Got it! Give me five."

So, Jackie and I worked on supper while Chalita hosted Peter. They moved to the family room adjoining the kitchen and I could see them, laughing and joking, obviously enjoying each other's company. Supper was about 15 minutes away when Chalita took Peter by the hand and said, "Let me show you the house.", as she pulled him down the hall. A few minutes later, I saw her leading him out to the back yard, still holding his hand.

Jackie was fun to work with and she made me feel right at home in her kitchen. She seemed to not know or not care about "personal space", something I attributed to the fact that I was a welcome guest in her home, cooking in her kitchen, soon to be eating at her table, the daughter of one of her old friends. She would touch my arm, my back, as she moved purposefully around the kitchen. I quickly came to accept -- maybe even enjoy -the casual intimacy and I reacted by taking every opportunity I could to return the closeness that seemed to be baked into our fledgling relationship. I really hoped we would be friends.

Chalita and Peter came back into the house just as Jackie and I had finished the meal. "Chali will help me plate, sweetheart. You and Peter can wash up if you want and meet us in the dining room."

I went to the bathroom to wash my hands and popped back out to the family room to find Peter. "Dinner's about ready." Then, looking down at the obvious bulge in his pants, I added with a smile "I'm looking forward to taking care of that later tonight!"

He blushed a little and headed to the bathroom. When he got back, I saw that he'd rearranged his stuff and was no longer quite being quite so obvious.

"Dinner is served! ", announced Jackie, as she took my arm and guided me into the dining room, Peter following, hand-in-hand again with Chalita.

Dinner was great, both the food and the company. They were interested in Mom, and we spent an hour or so exchanging stories about her. Peter and I learned a lot about Mom as a young adult -- much more than she would have wanted us to know, I'm sure. Through their mannerisms at the table, the stories they told and the ways they told them, I saw that Jackie and Chali were opposites in a way - Jackie was graceful, elegant and sensual, Chalita was athletic, beautiful and vivacious. Both were smart beyond all reason, and I say that as the daughter of a cardiac surgeon who graduated at the head of his class at Stanford.

I was mesmerized by Jackie and would have stayed forever but I was also incredibly horny and I wanted to get Peter into bed. We finished our second bottle of wine, helped clear the table and, thanking them profusely, made our excuses. Jackie was gracious, of course, and excused herself only to return a few minutes later with a mixed case of wine. She winked at me and said, "It's a college town; they card everyone here. Let me know when you need more."

It was just after 9 when we got to our room. I took a quick shower, then he did the same. I met him at the bathroom door and led him to the bed. He was already starting to get erect when I put him in my mouth, my lips against his pubic bone, letting him grow inside me as I felt the tip push against my tonsils. I bobbed up and down, licking and sucking, stroking the shaft as I licked the head then teasing his balls as I stuffed him down my throat. I loved the taste, the feel, the fact of my brother's cock. I was trying to keep a slow rhythm, trying to not be frantic, trying to make this last for him.

But Peter wanted none of it. Five hours of Chalita's flirting had had its effect. I felt Peer's hands on my head and I let him guide me as he started fucking himself into my mouth, across my tongue, into my throat.

"Oh, fuck Amy! Oh, fuck this is so good! I need to cum. I so fucking need to cum!"

I grabbed his ass with both hands and dug my fingernails into his flesh, urging him to fuck my face. He responded by quickening the pace and, somehow, getting even deeper into my throat.

"I'm getting close, Amy. I'm right there. Oh, God, this is good!"."

I was torn. I wanted to swallow his load, but I also wanted to watch him spurt. I elected to let him choose; either choice would be satisfying for me.

"Oh, fuck! I'm right there, right there! Holy shit! Now! NOW!"

He pulled out and I long string of cum splashed on my chest and neck. I changed my mind about the whole "choice" thing and stuffed his dick into my mouth just as the second jet shot out. I felt the next three or four jets shoot across my tongue as I swallowed his load as quickly as I could. Jesus! He tasted so good!

"Amy, oh my God! Oh! My! God!"

I kept sucking, gently, as he got flaccid, making sure I got every drop from his leaking cock. He finally pulled himself out of my mouth and sunk to his knees to kiss me. "Thank you! That was amazing."

"You're welcome! I loved it, too."

He kissed me gently and stood up, helping me to my feet. "I need you to love me, Peter."

I lay on the bed, and he lay beside me, kissing my lips, my eyes, my ears, my neck as his hands explored my breasts and torso. He licked my ear and blew into it just as he pinched my right nipple; it made me shiver, then squeal. His lips dropped to my left nipple; he sucked it into his mouth and flicked with his tongue, just as he twisted my right nipple again and, again, I twitched.

I knew what he thought I wanted but he was wrong. I put both hands on the crown of his head and pushed his head down between my legs, which I spread wide for him. "Eat me, Peter. Eat this pussy."

He spread me wide with his thumbs and licked the length of my slit. It was exactly what I needed, and I was so fucking horny I almost came with that one lick. He did it again. And again. Them he put his hands under my butt, lifted me half a foot off the bed, and buried his face into me, slurping my clit into his mouth, raking it quickly, relentlessly, with his lips and tongue. Every twenty seconds or so he'd leave the clit and lick the juices now flowing liberally out of my hole. Inside a minute, I was on the verge. I reached up to pinch and pull my nipples and that extra stimulation was all I needed to send me over the top.

"I'm cumming, sweetheart! Oh, God! I'm fucking...." Was all I could get out as my orgasm smashed my brain with wave after wave of pleasure. I remember a ragged gasp as I tried to breathe and, just as I got some air, Peter dropped my ass to the bed and started flashing two fingers into my burning cunt. I pulled a pillow onto my face and screamed and that's all I remember except the pleasure that just never seemed to fucking end.

I came down a bit and was almost out of my delirium when I felt Peter move up between my legs and stuff himself into me. Within seconds he was pounding away, hammering himself into me, his pubic bone bashing into mine. I exploded again, sure that I'd lose my mind if this continued and then, the orgasm spiked to an even higher level. I had no control over any part of my body. My legs were shaking, my belly was convulsing, my brain was a mess of conflicting emotions as the pleasure literally punished me.

All of a sudden, I crashed out of the orgasm. Just as quickly, Peter's head was back between my legs, sucking my clit back into his mouth, and I was shocked when slid a finger into my ass. The unfamiliar feeling and the surprise of it, took me right to the edge of my third consecutive cum and I hated it when he pulled his finger backout.

"Put it back in, Peter." I moaned.

He did, and immediately began pumping it deep in and out of my ass. I could feel my anus squeezing his finger; I could feel his finger stroking my G Spot through the wall of my cunt. It was exquisite and the ensuing orgasm was every bit as powerful as the first two.

And, like before, just as I was coming down, he moved between my legs and mounted me. This time though, I was sure, he was seeking his own release.

"Cum in me Peter! Fill my cunt! Oh, fuck!!! I'm cumming again!"

He fucked me hard -- HARD -- through yet another orgasm before he suddenly tensed. "I'm cumming, Amy. Oh. Fuck! Oh, Fuck! Nnnngggghhh!" and I felt him start to pump his hot seed into my belly. When he was done, he pulled out and flopped beside me, exhausted.

I curled into his chest to recover, amazed at how much pleasure we'd just shared. That two people could do that for each other is truly a blessing.

"I'm sorry about the butt, Amy. It was just bad aim, I swear it."

I smiled at him. "It worked out, sweetheart. Don't apologize."

I snuggled back in. Next thing I knew, it was 3 AM and I needed to pee.

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Amy and I woke at 8 AM and, after showering and scarfing down some breakfast, managed to get to the house in time to meet the property manager. She showed us around -- a kitchen, dining room, living room and bathroom, along with a guest suite, on the first floor and four bedrooms / two full baths on the second. The house was furnished with the basics -- beds, dressers and desks in each bedroom; chairs, sofa, tv in the living room; dishes and a few pots and pans in the kitchen; and so forth.

She'd already arbitrarily assigned rooms to each of the girls and, with a wink, reminded Amy that the other girls would never know if those assignments got shuffled but Amy was satisfied with her bedroom overlooking the quiet, shaded back yard.

All of the payment and other details had been worked out. In addition to the fixed rent, the girls would get a second bill each month to cover the variable costs of utilities. They were to maintain the yard, shovel the walks and keep the house clean. She left us with a list of contractors to call in case of an emergency and a couple maps showing important locations such as the nearest medical providers, supermarkets, pharmacies, and so forth.

And, just like that, the house was hers. We drove back to the hotel to check out and get our suitcases (and the case of wine that Jackie had so generously gifted). We moved all of Amy's stuff out of her car and while she unpacked, I mowed the yard. After that, we found the nearest supermarket and spent a fortune to stock the pantry and the fridge.

Before we knew it, it was early afternoon, and we were both ready to relax for a few minutes. I showered quickly and threw on some gym shorts and a tee shirt. Amy showered while I made a couple ham and cheese sandwiches and then, I flopped down in an arm chair to watch some TV while I ate; a stupid game show. Amy came down in her bath robe and sat on the arm of the sofa and watched the end of the show with me. Five minutes later, she took my empty plate to the kitchen and returned to the living room, straddling my lap in the chair, facing me. She kissed me softly.

"Thank you for helping get moved in. I actually think we're almost done."

"Yeah. I can't think of anything else that needs to be done today."

"Just one thing, maybe...?" she asked rhetorically as she dropped the robe off her shoulders. "I think you need to be properly thanked for all your hard work."

I was getting erect, and she could feel it. She got off my lap and pulled off my shorts, then climbed back on, putting me inside her.

"This is much, much better than watching TV." I said.

She laughed. "This is much, much better than most things." she replied as she started to grind, screwing my dick in slowly increasing circles, our mouths glued together in a passionate kiss. She leaned back, her hands on my shoulders, her face beaming, her eyes glued to mine as I raised my hands to her sides, teasing her nipples with my thumbs.

We stayed like that for the longest time, reveling in the feeling of our joined bodies. We spoke no words. None were needed.

All of a sudden, I saw her face change. She flushed and her eyes lost focus. She tilted her head back and whimpered a little, then moaned softly as she picked up the pace, grinding harder now as her arousal increased.

"Ung... Oh, God! Oh, fuck this is so nice." she moaned, as her right hand dropped to her mound, her three middle fingers pressing on her labia, pushing on the clit that was just barely visible. Her hip movements changed from circles; she started moving her hips back and forth, lifting herself as best she could, fucking my dick into her cunt. My balls and thighs were soaked in her juices as she reached the edge of her cum. I was mesmerized by the beauty of it when it hit -- her eyes and her mouth flew open at the same time that her legs shivered and gave out and she shrieked with pleasure.