Stuc in the Hotel Due to Rain

^_^ All are over the age of 18 years of age. Names have been changed ^_^

My fellow siblings and I meet for a road trip every year. We all meet up at our folk's home, chat about where we haven't been, or go back to one of the many places we've been to and see again. Then we pack a bag and go to that place. You know, from experience with any of your friends, a road trip is filled with all sorts of talking topics brought up as you drive for hours on end. We tend not to talk about some things, like politics. But, if the topic does come up, it's not discussed for long.

It always feels like I'm road-tripping with friends, then Siblings--loads of jokes, thought-provoking conversations, sex topics, and so forth. However, on this year's road trip, we didn't have our Brother, Shawn, and baby sister, Jennie. It was just me and James. It wasn't like we didn't want them to join us, far from it. Jennie was expecting her first child, and Shawn, a US Marine, was deployed on board a Naval ship. So, in other words, he was out in the middle of nowhere ocean.

So, it was just James and me going out to see the beautiful American countryside. At 32 years old, I stand about 5 4, with pretty eyes--or at least that's what a few of my Exes would say about my eye color--deep blue eyes. I'm a natural 34DD. I am not as perky as I was before. I had a child or two, so the girls have sagged over the years. Furthermore, I also own a few tattoos.

James, he's 6'1", has an average build, and stays in shape as best he can. He lost his lower legs in Iraq 03. Not sure how big his cock is. It was a good size all around and put to shame to my Dead husband. But I'm getting ahead of myself with the story.

The first few hours of the drive were nice. We saw what nature had to offer. So much beauty, but that didn't last long. A huge storm hit us within an hour of entering South Datoka. It didn't help us much that we entered into this storm at night. It was a storm. Heavy rain made the road slick and hard to see; the wind made the car shake, the lighting flashed like a techno club, and much more. But we managed to get to Sioux Falls, and thank god, James was at the wheel. His Military training had saved us both.

James drove us to the nearest motel. It was pouring down like cats and dogs. Leaving the car made things annoying. First, we got soaked to the bone; second, all but one room wasn't booked and only had one bed; and third, all communications were down due to the storm. I cursed under my breath, yet James stated his annoyance aloud. I stepped up, rubbed his back, and smiled at him.

"James," I softly said, "As you told me about bad days, it could be a lot worse than this."

"Yeah," he returned as he drew out his wallet to pay for the room. "We could've had this shit storm while deployed."

Seeing him smile, given all that he's been through in his life and during his time in the Army, made me and, no doubt, James happy. I'm not a psychiatrist, but I did go with James to the Veteran Affairs Hospital for several doctor appointments and learned a few things to help keep his spirits up.

We exited out of the main lobby and headed to our room. Getting soaked a second time around just made us feel worse. It was cold and dark, with a street light orange all around. To say we were tired as fuck, is an understatement after walking in that rain storm. We were cold and wet; it wasn't as fun as some would say. But we just decided to leave our bags in the car and get them tomorrow if the weather changes.

Of course, as we walked to our shared room, we made jokes about all this. I didn't know that the word sucks, came in so many phrases. Sure, I knew fuck could be used in saying every point of a paragraph, but suck. Wow. It must be an Army thing, or James was just being nice and not using fuck as much.

But we went from one suck right into another suck. The room's main light blew out as soon as we turned the light on, then the TV stopped working. The TV worked, but there were just no channels, and the stations were filled with static, which the storm caused, no doubt. Jesus, our luck was running low. I did bring some food with us. Thank god for a plastic bag, huh?

We did have the kitchen area and bathroom light, but I had doubts about the one thing that would make us feel better. I don't think James cared to see his little sister naked. Hell, I didn't care if I saw him naked, either. But that didn't bother me whatsoever. What bothered me was whether there was enough hot water for us both. If not, we might have to share.

"Liz?" asked James, no doubt seeing my concern in my body position and face. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," I returned, "but as you can tell, I'm concerned about whether there is enough hot water for us or if we have to share."

James tilted his head to one side and looked at him with a look of, 'Are you serious?' Then he shook his head and chuckled at my concern. He rose from the bed and rubbed his bearded chin. I could tell what he would say to make me happy, and I smiled at him.

"Last I checked," he stated bluntly, "I don't care if we share the shower. We already did, so what's stopping us from stripping down and just going?"

"True," I returned, then added, "But..."

He stopped me from continuing with that line of thought.

"But what of it?" he said in a loving, kind voice. "I'm a guy; you're a woman. So what if I get a hard-on looking at you, or we rub up against each other? Who's going to care? The guy at the desk? For all he knows, we're boyfriend and girlfriend or husband and wife or sex couples. We're adults, and what happens happens. You can say no, and that'll be the end of it. But, if it does happen..."

James stopped it there as I stepped up to him and gave him a wet-clothed hug. We laughed, and we had our wet clothes still on. Our clothes stuck to us, and it was like peeling an orange--layer by layer. I flung the clothes to one side, except I tossed my panties up into the air and caught them in my hand before throwing them at James.

"Hey!" James jokingly yelled at me. "I don't want you GRRL cooties."

"Deal with it," joking mocked my Older Brother before getting slapped in the face with his undies. "HEY!"

To say I was turned on some was the understatement of my life. What stood before me was my naked Brother. He was sporting a good size cock. A nice, long, and thick woman pleaser. I didn't know he was pulling my leg during our drive chats, but seeing his cock in the flesh. I realize it was all true. But, seeing him with his missing lower legs, I thought he was like Arnie from The Terminator. He is not as built as Arnie, but his legs are metallic-looking.

My big soldier brother turned me on, and I can tell he did, too. Because his cock began to get hard. Not wasting a moment, I stepped up to him and pushed him a little so he landed on the bed. To say he had got me so horny was another understatement. I don't know what got over me, but I wanted him then and there. And I was going to take no for an answer.

"Liz," he tried to protest as he landed on the bed.

"Shhhh..." I said, lifting my right index finger to my lips before kneeling in front of him. "We're on a road trip, remember. What happens happens."

I leaned forward as I placed my hand on his upright cock. My head lowered, my mouth open, and I felt his cock, slip past my lips and proceed down my throat. I kept my eyes locked on him. He tilted his head back, and he moaned in a delightful pleasure. I soon closed my eyes, knowing he was welcome, my mouth lovingly embraced. I bobbed my head up and down his shaft, slurping and sucking on his wonderful manhood. I felt his hand on my head as I pleasured my older Brother. Slow at first, but increased the pace. But my pussy was demanding some love as well.

He moaned in displeasing when I rose to my feet and got onto the bed. I turned slightly with my crotch over his face.

"Oh fuck yeah, Liz," he said as I felt his hand on my hip and help guide my pussy onto his face.

If we had any doubt about how this was all sort of wrong, it had disappeared for good. Once he started pleasuring me with his tongue, I, once more, went to pleasure his manhood. Moans within or upon our bodily parts that were being pleased by mouth and tongue from us both. His moans into my pussy, rocked me a few times, and he felt my reaction in my moans through his hard cock.

Time seemed to have slowed down as we pleased each other. But I knew he wanted to slip his manhood into my now well-lubed pussy. We knew what we wanted; our minds were set as one. I didn't want to stop sucking my Brother's cock, let alone he didn't want to stop eating me out. But, when your sex drive is raging, you want what the gods gave you and put it to good use. And use we did.

I crawled toward the headrest of the motel bed, lifted my naked ass into the air, and wiggled it for him to fuck me. He rose after taking his legs off. He looked like a dwarf, and I purred at the sight. I giggled to myself, realizing the truth he was telling me as he walked up behind me to slip his lovely cock into my welcome pussy. I call him my dwarf. He walked on stumps, but he reminded me of a dwarf from Warhammer or Warcraft, minus the beard.

He knew how to use his cock. He slowly eases his manhood into me. I moaned with delight, with an inch of each of his cock slid into me. Once he was fully into me, the fun began. He slid out, my pussy, flexed with each pull and push. We were pleasing ourselves. He leaned forward, gripped my breasts, and pulled me up and close to him as he gave me a pounding. He was good and knew what a woman wanted. My pussy was feeling the magic that his cock was providing. Hard and fast. I screamed with pleasure as he rocked out an orgasm. But my pussy was doing its best to pleasure his manhood.

Our love, from flesh slapping flesh to the scent of sex, filled the air. He was rocking my body, with each of his cock, pistoning out of my loving pussy offered to him. He was giving me no stop, please, and a few good-sized orgasms, but he just kept going, pounding me with love. He was making sure, whoever was next door, heard me cum many times. If they heard, I didn't care. My Brother was fuck me good, and I believe my Brother was right; I doubt they knew we were siblings and figured we were merely lovers.

I heard him grunt more and more, and I felt this cock start to twitch inside me. I knew he was close to filling me up. We didn't have to say a thing. I wanted him to cum in me, and I didn't want to pull out. What can I say? I love feeling a man cum inside me? I love that natural feeling of love shooting up into me. Good thing I was on birth control. I didn't feel each pump and dump of his orgasm into me, but he rocked out an equal-sized orgasm to me. We were both cumming at the same time.

We fell forward onto the bed. Sweat covered and hot. I switched off the light and snuggled into my Brother's arms as we passed out. Did we get to the shower? Yes. Yes, we did. We fuck there as well. We did get back onto the road, but the storm started a new, fun life for our yearly road trip.