The Summer of Fuc

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It's a slow burner with some sexual activity in this chapter, with a lot more coming up.

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The bell above the door jingled as yet another person entered the cafe. "Damn! I've never seen this place so packed before."

"Yeah, me neither."

My girlfriend and I were sitting at a corner table. The sunlight hit her in a way that made her look heavenly. Her fingers tapped to the rhythm of the music playing on the speakers on the table as we waited for our order.

"Calvin!" the barista shouted. "I got a caramel frappe and an iced coffee for Calvin!"

"Be right back," I said as I got up. The drinks were waiting for me at the counter. After confirming it was mine, I took them back to the table. "One Caramel Frappe for Kayla, and an iced coffee for me."

"Thank you," she said timidly.

"Ok, so listen, we're starting our road trip Friday, right? I was thinking we would take a small detour before hitting Oregon and Washington. How does that sound?"

Kayla put on a forced smile, the corner of her lips barely turning up. No matter what, she wouldn't make eye contact with me. Instead, her eyes were locked on the untouched drink before her.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked.

"Calvin," she said softly, still looking at her coffee, "I don't think long distance is gonna work."

It hit me like a brick wall. "What?" I asked quietly. "What are you talking about?"

Finally, she met my eyes, a glassy look over her eyes. It seemed like she had rehearsed this before, but still had a hard time.

"We need to be realistic," she said. "We're going to be in two different colleges in two different states."

"It's only a few hours apart by flight. I'll fly down to meet you once a month, you can come up to meet me once a month."

"It's not just the distance. It's the life we're going to be living after. I'll be surrounded by new people, new experiences, and I know you'll be too. We won't be living the same life anymore. It feels like we're desperately holding onto something that we know is going to fall apart."

I had nothing to say. I had no idea what to say. We sat in silence as the cafe got busier and louder.

"Can't we at least try?" I asked desperately.

"It's only going to make it worse, Calvin," she said as she placed her hands on top of mine. "I enjoyed our time together, but long distance is something I can't do. I hope the best for you."

And just like that, she got up and left me all alone. No kiss, no hug, no nothing. She just got up and left.

I don't know how long I had sat there, but it felt like an eternity. Eventually, an employee approached me and asked if I was ok. I nodded my head and left the cafe. Instead of driving straight home, I drove around, taking every wrong turn I could. At the end, I had to use GPS to find my way home.

When I got home, I didn't bother talking to my family. I went straight to my room and locked myself in there. The weight of what had happened washed over me. Her words kept repeating in my head. When I wasn't replaying her words, my mind raised questions, doubts, and thoughts of what I could've done differently.

Some time during the night, I managed to fall asleep.

The next day, I was awoken by someone knocking on my door. Reluctantly, I got out of bed and opened the door. It was my sister, Addison. She was home from college for summer break.

"You slept in the clothes you went out in last night? Didn't you get home early?"

"Yeah, I'm going back to sleep." I tried shutting the door on her, but she stuck her foot in the doorway.

"First, that hurt. Second, what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. Now, leave me alone." I pushed her out of the way, but she was persistent and wouldn't leave. I relented, knowing this was a losing battle. I went back to bed and hid under my blanket.

Addison sat down on my bed, but didn't say anything. The silence was deafening and more annoying than if she were to pester me.

Her plan worked because I got up and asked, "Ok, what do you wanna know?"

A smirk appeared on her face. Calmly, she asked, "What happened?"

"Kayla broke up with me. She said she couldn't do long-distance. Didn't even want to try. Just ended it."

"Awww, I'm so sorry." She closed the gap between us and hugged me. That unleashed the damn as I started crying into my sister's arms.

She didn't say anything at first. Her hug tightened, and she gently began to rub my back to console me. It took me back to when we were kids, and I would hurt myself, or when Dad would yell at me. At that moment, that hug felt like the safest place in the world.

"It's gonna be ok," she said reassuringly. "I know it hurts now, and if I'm being honest, it'll hurt for a while. But you'll get over it eventually."

I wiped my tears away and sat upright. "She didn't even want to try," I repeated.

"Shallow bitch. I'm not saying this to make you feel better, but you dodged a bullet with her. If she wasn't willing to even try long distance, what makes you think she would work through bigger problems down the road?"

I sighed and lay back on the bed. Staring at the ceiling, "You're right, but I thought we were stronger than that. We have been together since freshman year.

Addison plopped down next to me, "People show their true colors when it gets tough, when it counts. Anyone can play the part when it's easy."

"This sounds stupid now, but we talked about a future together. Getting an apartment in the city, a rescue dog, and then moving out to the country with a big backyard. That's not happening anymore."

"Can I punch her in the face the next time I see her?"

I couldn't help but let out a little laugh. "I don't hate her that much. Plus, her dad is the sheriff. He'll throw you in jail in no time."

"Hmm, what if it's accidental? Like I run into her, and I punch her, but make it look like it's a mistake."

"Still no."

"Fine, but don't come complaining, saying I didn't do anything. I offered it, and you turned it down."

"Thanks for this. I really needed this. I feel better now."

"Oh, you think it's over? Hate to break it to you, buddy, but this is going to keep coming back in waves. It's going to take a lot longer than a day to get over a relationship."

I groaned, "Why can't this be easy?"

"Because it's life." She got up and stretched, "And life, my sweet, heartbroken brother is a pain in the ass."

"Profound."

She smirked and said, "I know. I'm a woman of many talents. Now, get up, get changed, and come downstairs for breakfast."

I showered before heading downstairs for breakfast. The food had gone cold as no one had touched it since they were waiting for me.

"What happened to you?" my mother asked.

"Uh, Kayla broke up with me."

"Aww, sweetie. How are you holding up?"

"Addison helped me feel better. But this is something that's going to take a while to get over."

"You're right."

"Um, Dad, is there any way to cancel the trip? Since we're not together anymore, it doesn't make sense to go alone."

"No, I can't cancel. I mean, I could, but they won't give a refund if I cancel two days before. This was booked months in advance. Can't you take any of your friends?"

"No, they're all going on another trip. What about you and Mom?"

Mom answered, "As much as we would love to, I doubt either of us would get the time off from work."

"So I have to go alone?"

"You don't have to," my dad said, "But I would appreciate it if you didn't let all that money go to waste."

"Why don't you go with Addison?" my mom suggested.

All of us turned to look at my sister. She looked up and pretended to think about it. "Hmm, I do have a whole lot of nothing planned this weekend. But I can sacrifice that for my heartbroken brother."

"That's settled. You and Addison will do the trip instead."

"Wait, seriously?" I asked Addison.

"Yeah, why not? It sure does beat sitting around the house doing nothing. All my friends won't come home till next week."

"It'll be nice for you. And Addison can make sure you don't sulk around the entire trip."

"I'll try my best, but I do have one condition," she said as she reached for her phone.

"What's that?"

"I know you got the cabin booked, but I control everything else. If you want to get over your breakup, let me take care of that for you. Deal?"

"Fine," I replied.

Deep down, I felt something close to relief. Maybe even excitement. A few days away from memories of Kayla and Addison's chaotic energy is exactly what I needed.

Friday came in the flash of an eye. To beat the traffic, we decided to leave early in the morning. At 5, Addison burst into my room, blinding me with a flashlight. "Wake up, heartbreak boy! It's time to go."

"We agreed on 6. Why are you up so early?"

"Because I'm so excited to go on a road trip with my little brother. If you wake up now, I'll let you choose the snacks when we stop at the gas station."

"That's not as enticing as you think it is." Regardless, I pulled myself out of bed. I met her downstairs in 30 minutes, where our parents were also waiting alongside her.

"Stay safe, you two," my dad said. "Here's my credit card. Use it responsibly."

"Thank you, father," Addison said as she snatched the card out of his hands. "Ready for the Grief Trip, Calvin?"

"Grief Trip? That is seriously not the name you came up with."

"It is. It fits perfectly. On to the car!"

We loaded up our bags into our old SUV. Addison claimed the passenger seat, meaning I had to drive the first leg of the trip.

"How come you get to shotgun first?"

"Because the passenger is always in charge of the music. If you were in charge of music, it would be non-stop sob music. And you focusing on driving means not focusing on Kayla. How do you like my logic?"

"It makes sense."

As we pulled out of the driveway, Dad and Mom waved us goodbye. My sister saluted them farewell as we set off on our weekend long trip.

The first hour was nothing but us listening to her pop playlist. It didn't seem curated at all, as she seemed to be playing a pre-made playlist.

Without much traffic on the roads to worry about, my eyes wandered over to my sister. She was the kind of girl who made you look twice. One for how beautiful she is and the second for how sexy she is. Her heart-shaped face was framed nicely by her wavy blonde hair that was tied in a messy bun. A few strands lazily fell in front of her eyes. Her big blue eyes always drew the attention of whoever happened to walk by. She had the kind of body that lingered on your mind all day long. Soft in all the places and a symbol of feminine beauty. A full bust, narrow waist, and wide hips that completed the hourglass figure.

The silence between us held steady until the pop music transitioned into heartbreak songs.

"Hey!" I said, glancing at her. "I thought you were playing music, so we wouldn't listen to sad music. Why are we listening to sad music?"

Not looking away from the road, "You're going to face your feelings straight on."

I squinted at her, "I thought you said road trips were for pretending everything's fine and thinking about everything except for the breakup."

"Well, I changed my mind. This is the Grief Trip. We're going to face everything about your breakup head on. If you have any problems, sue me! Now face your feelings with the help of Phoebe Bridgers."

"I'm starting to regret this trip already."

"Oh, look!" Addison said, pointing at a sign. "Oasis 5 miles away. We'll make our first stop of the trip. I need to get some caffeine and snacks."

I pulled into the oasis and pulled up to a pump to fill gas since we stopped here. We both stretched as if we had been driving for hours, instead of just the one hour. Once the tank was full, we walked into the convenience mart. Aside from us, there was only one employee in the store.

Addison went to the coffee station, but I decided to pass because coffee brought up bad memories for me. I walked to the back of the store, where I grabbed some water and an energy drink. We then met in the middle of the store to pick out some snacks.

We grabbed sour candy, chocolate, and beef jerky in addition to our drinks and sauntered to the register. The cashier barely acknowledged me as his full focus was on my sister. As she leaned over the counter to grab some gum, I noticed his eyes drop towards her cleavage.

He bagged everything for us, and we walked back out to the car. I debated bringing up the way he blatantly checked her out, but ultimately decided against it.

"Shit! We forgot to buy something."

"What?"

"Tissue and ice cream for when you cry yourself to sleep."

"Ha ha," I said dryly. I started the car and got us back on the road.

For a few miles, the only sounds were the road noise and Addison munching on the snacks. I noticed her looking at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"You know what we should do?" she asked.

"Please don't say carpool karaoke."

"No, mandatory road trip games like Would You Rather or Never Have I Ever. Something to pass the time."

"Serious?"

"Couldn't be any more serious. It's either that or we go back to listening to breakup songs."

"Ok, I hope I don't regret this."

"You'll be fine. Alright, first one. If you were to lose your virginity again, would you rather lose it to someone you're unattracted to but good in bed or someone you're attracted to but terrible in bed?"

"I feel like 99% of people have it happen the second way. So, I wouldn't change that, I guess."

"Speak for yourself," she said with a confident smirk.

"Oh, boy. Here we go."

She kicked her feet up on the dash and proudly said, "Let's just say I've never had any complaints. And I may or may not have taken some virginities."

"Is that something to be proud about?"

"Being great at sex is definitely something to be proud about. Not many people can say that, and some of the people who do are liars."

"You're so full of yourself."

"I'm confident in myself. I would have a 5-star rating on Yelp. I give them a good time and teach them how to have a good time."

"Ok, my turn. Would you rather watch Mom and Dad have sex every day for the rest of your life or join in once?"

"Basic question, but still a good one. Honestly, I would join in once and get it over with."

"Interesting," I replied.

"What would you choose?"

"I don't have to answer because it was my question, and there are no repeat questions."

We asked each other a few more 'Would You Rather?' questions before switching over to Never Have I Ever.

We started with five fingers, and I asked the first question. "Never Have I Ever faked an orgasm."

Addison put a finger down and answered, "That's not fair. Every girl has faked an orgasm."

"The game's the game."

"I see. Never Have I Ever came prematurely before my partner."

I put my finger down and thought of my next question. "Hmm, Never Have I Ever used a sex toy on myself."

Another finger went down for my sister. There was no argument this time from her. She immediately asked the next question. "Never Have I Ever gotten road head."

My fingers stayed up.

"What?!? You've never gotten a blowjob while driving? What about when you weren't the one driving?"

I shook my head to both questions. "I thought you're supposed to ask questions about things you've never done before."

"You are. I've never received road head, but I've given it before. You are missing out."

"Kayla wasn't big on giving blowjobs. I think I've gone down on her more than she's gone down on me."

"That's admirable from you, but sad."

"She didn't hate it, but didn't enjoy it either. It became something reserved for special occasions like birthdays, anniversaries, and stuff like that."

"That's another reason you dodged a bullet. You want a girl who's happy to give you blowjobs."

Neither of us said a word for a while. I broke the silence, "What's on your mind?"

"I was thinking."

I thought she would finish her sentence, but didn't. "Thinking about?"

"How can you experience road head? Just make up for the lack of blowjobs from Kayla in general."

I laughed, "I don't think we're going to have success finding someone on the highway willing to suck me off. Even if we do, I'm not sure I trust them."

"What about me?"

The car swerved as I was caught off guard by what was just said. I regained control of the car and cautiously looked over at my sister. "What?"

"What if I gave you a blowjob?"

"Ok, I can't tell if you're joking or not. Please tell me you are. This is way too weird."

"I'm not joking. I'm being deadass right now. I'll suck you off while you drive. As long as you promise not to kill us."

"That's not the biggest problem. You're my sister! We can't be doing this. Heck, I thought playing Never Have I Ever with you was crossing the line. Head from you is definitely over the line!"

"Oh, relax. And remember what we agreed to when I decided to come on this trip with you? I control this trip. I'm pulling my authority on this."

Addison adjusted her seatbelt to give her mobility. Her hands reached towards my shorts and tried pulling them down enough. Keeping one hand on the steering wheel, I used my other hand to stop her. "Addison, stop! We can't be doing this."

For a moment, she listened to me and stopped. "Let's make a deal. Give me 5 minutes, and if you still feel like it's wrong or not worth it, I'll stop. Sound good?"

I made the mistake of looking at her. She was staring at me with that soft, innocent expression of hers. "Come on, it'll be fun," she said, her voice sweet but with a hint of insistence. "You know you want it."

"No, I don't," I said, my voice wavering.

She leaned in closer, her lips curving with a seductive smile, "I know you want this, brother."

She said it softly, but firmly. It made me feel like she knew what I wanted better than I did. With a sharp exhale, "Ok, five minutes."

She smirked as her hands went back to my shorts. Expertly, she fished my cock out. "Oo, you certainly are big. Thick, veiny, and lengthy. You tick all the boxes. The five minutes start after my lips touch your cock. Until then, it's all foreplay."

Using spit as lube, she began to stroke me gently and slowly with both hands. She bit her bottom lip as I grew harder and harder until I was at full erection. That didn't stop her as the handjob continue until precum started to ooze from my penis.

Her big, blue eyes looked up at me, shining with innocence, but something naughty was behind them. "Five minutes," she reminded me before diving into my lap.

My body shuddered as the warmth of her mouth engulfed my penis. The warmth of my sister's mouth. The sounds of the music was washed out by her sucking on my cock. It wasn't even a minute in, but this was instantly better than any blowjob that Kayla had given me.

Addison wasn't lying when she said she knew what she was doing when it came to sex. Her tongue worked in unison with her mouth. Her focus was more on quality rather than on how much she could get in her mouth. She pulled off my penis with a loud pop sound before twirling her tongue around the head of my penis. Her attention shifted to my shaft as her tongue glided from bottom to top. Once she reached the top, she swallowed my cock again. This time, she got more than half of it in her mouth. Her tongue expertly working on my penis.

Suddenly, my penis felt exposed as she had pulled away. With a hand stroking me, "Five minutes is up. Do you want me to continue?"

I pulled over to the shoulder, "Fuck yes!"

A confident smile appeared on her face. "Since we've pulled over, how about you push your seat back to give me room to work with?"

I did as told and she went back to giving me a blowjob. With no worries of driving, she fetched my balls out of my shorts and used her hands to fondle them. That sent me to another level of euphoria. Kayla hadn't even touched my balls, let alone played with them. Addison's fingers teased and massaged my balls as her head eagerly bobbed up and down on my shaft. With each motion, I went deeper and deeper into her mouth.