Kyle Turner and his sister, Caitlyn, were midway between their hometown and Aunt Aimee's house when the gas line of their parents SUV clogged and the vehicle came to a stop. The auto was less than two years old and in excellent condition but sometimes strange things happen for unexplained reasons.
Two hours later, Kyle called his mother on his cell phone. "We had the car towed in," he told her, "and the mechanic says a fuel line is probably blocked. The thing is he doesn't know how long it'll take to clear it out."
"Where are you?" his mother asked.
"About two hundred miles from Aunt Aimee's house," Kyle told her.
"I knew I should have put my foot down and not let you drive down there," she said.
"Calm down, mom," Kyle said, "no one's hurt. We're right next door to the Star Crest motel. We'll spend the night and leave first thing in the morning. We'll be at Aunt Aimee's by noon."
"You call me the second you get there," Kyle's mother said, "Now, let me talk to your sister."
Kyle handed the phone to Caitlyn and stood by, listening to a series of, "Yes, mom---OK mom. ---I know---its alright---I will..."
Kyle did not wait for the conversation to end. He walked over to where the mechanic was checking out the car. "What do you think?" Kyle asked.
"Nothing too serious," the mechanic said, "we'll take a look at the computer and see what we're dealing with then pull open the gas line and blow it clean."
"My sister and I will be next door," Kyle said, "at the motel. Unless I hear from you, I'll see you in the morning."
"Sounds like a plan," the mechanic grinned.
Caitlyn stepped out of the office and handed Kyle his cell phone. "Mom is such a worrier," she told her brother, "I mean, I'm eighteen and you're almost twenty. She acts like were little kids."
"In her eyes," Kyle said, "I guess we always will be little kids."
They each took a bag out of the car, so they would have clean cloths to wear in the morning. Then they walked across the gravel lot to the motel office.
The room was not as nice as they hoped but not as bad as they feared. The carpet was old and worn, but clean, and the furniture, though scarred in places, was sturdy. They were both surprised to see a 32 inch flatscreen TV bolted to the counter at the foot of the double bed.
"Is that going to a problem?" Kyle asked.
"Is what going to be a problem?" Caitlyn wanted to know.
"There's only one bed," Kyle said.
"Why should it be a problem?" Caitlyn wanted to know, "We've slept together in the same bed before."
"When we were eight," Kyle reminded her.
"You're worse than mom," Caitlyn said, "I'm going to take a shower."
Kyle flipped through the TV channels while he waited for his sister to finish her shower. When she came out, he went in.
When Kyle came out of the bathroom, Caitlyn was wearing sandals, white shorts and a pink tank top. Kyle put on red running shorts and a white T shirt. He also wore sandals on bare feet.
The restaurant was a quarter mile from the motel. Kyle and Caitlyn walked there easily. It was an old fashioned diner with linoleum on the floor and tables instead of booths. But the food was good and the servings were big.
After they ate, the siblings decided to buy a six pack of soda (the sign next to the counter said, "We check ID's.") and a bag of potato chips to take back to the motel.
They spent the evening watching a movie they had both seen before but they both liked. It was ten o'clock when the movie ended. They watched the local news show, fascinated by the mix of international and very local happenings. A report on the war in Afghanistan followed by the report of an accident involving a tractor and Frank Jenson's pick-up truck.
Caitlyn put on a long, white T shirt that hung down to her knees. Kyle usually slept in the nude. He removed his shirt but left his shorts on.
Caitlyn was not a virgin but this was the first time she shared her bed with someone since her tenth birthday. Kyle had slept with girls while he was away at college but, to his surprise, the fact that the girl in bed next to him was his sister did not really matter. It was still a girl and a very pretty girl at that.
Caitlyn was five, four inches tall and weighed one hundred and eighteen pounds. She had long, straight, dark hair and bottle green eyes. Her nose was small, her lips thin and sensual.
She had large breasts, full and straight. Her waist was small and her hips were narrow. She had a flat stomach, a sloping, heart shaped ass and nicely shaped legs.
As she lay in the dark, next to her brother, Caitlyn could not stop thinking about sex. That had nothing to do with Kyle because she was always thinking about sex. Her nipples were usually hard and her pussy was always hot and wet. Caitlyn fantasized every night but this night her thoughts were stronger, her desire more intense. Maybe because she was lying next to a real hunk. She had had a crush on Kyle for a long time.
Kyle was six-three and weighed two hundred pounds. He had dark, curly hair, bluish green eyes and a young, but rugged, face. He was built like a swimmer with broad shoulders, a muscular chest, narrow hips and long, powerful legs.
Most of Caitlyn's fantasies involved her brother and his physique. She slowly moved her hand between her legs so she could rub her clitoris and fantasize about him without disturbing him.
Kyle had a raging hard on. He could not get Caitlyn out of his mind. Her breasts, her ass, even her legs were like magnets, pulling him toward her. He wondered what she would do if he turned towards her and...
"This isn't working," Kyle said, aloud but to himself.
"What isn't working?" Caitlyn asked.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Kyle said, "I didn't mean to wake you."
"You didn't," his sister said, "What isn't working?"
Feeling frustrated, and a little angry, Kyle took his sister's wrist in his fingers and placed her hand on his erection. He expected her to pull her hand away in disgust but instead she held it, squeezed it, even rubbed it. "Wow!" Caitlyn said, admiringly,"it's really big."
Kyle sat up on the edge of the bed, pulling away from his sister's hand. "It happens when I'm in bed with a hot girl."
