It had been a great day out in York, let down by a visit to the Grand Opera House to see mediocre psychic give what was a disappointing display of mediumship. We left at the interval. It was a long drive back to Hebden Bridge, my brother Peter was driving, I was sat up front with him, hubby was in the back with my sister in law Jenny.
Bar my brother, we were all somewhat inebriated. I kept catching muffled sounds from the back, hubby was obviously trying to have a little fun with Jenny. There had long been an unconsummated chemistry between them held back I think because a swap was out of the question. Peter kept glancing in the rear view mirror. When he saw my hubby's hand disappear up his wife's skirt he said quietly to me, "Pity we're siblings Ally."
I put my hand on Peter's thigh, squeezed it and replied with a nod. I left my hand there a little longer than perhaps I should have because I could feel a growing tension in his pants. Our spouses were lost in each other and didn't seem to notice. Peter's eyes left the road for a moment and looked into mine. A slight movement of his eyebrows asked the question, "Should we?"
I shook my head and mouthed "We would regret it tomorrow."
The sounds and aromas coming from the back of the car were intoxicating. My hubby was almost fisting Jenny, the scent of her juicy cunt filled the air, the sound of the slurping as he fingered her told how wet she was. I think the people in the following cars must have heard her screams of pleasure as her orgasm overtook her.
"Sorry about that you two, bit unfair us having fun back her when you two can't" said Jenny apologetically as she lowered her head onto my hubby's dick. He relaxed back and let her make him cum. Jenny swallowed every drop.
We drove on. Jenny and my hubby drifted of to sleep. I wanted a man between my legs but the only one available if hubby was to go all the way with Jenny was my brother. I touched his thigh again, this time a little higher, my little finger gently stroking his balls. Peter was some eight years older than me so we had never experimented with each other when we were younger as some siblings do. I don't ever remember Pete kissing me on the lips. I'd certainly never touched his cock or his balls and likewise he hadn't ever touched my breasts. Yet here I was touching his balls as though he was just another guy. The back of my hand stroked up his rather impressive hardness. I pulled my hand away as the pair in the back stirred and asked how near to home we were.
I said, "We're getting close", realising that the words had a double meaning, and added without thinking things through, "Look guys, how much would it freak you out if Pete and I played a little?"
Jenny broke the stunned silence with "But you're brother and sister..."