Rose Goes On The Road With Her Brother - Sex Stories

Rose Goes On The Road With Her Brother

... had changed her position leaving her exposed. Embarrassed, she sat up and made sure she was covered, then got off the bed, went to her suitcase, and grabbed a pair of pajamas and a pair of panties. Then she disappeared into the bathroom. She came out and sat on the bed, safely clad in the night clothes. “Now what I would like to know is, how long were you looking at me before you decided to say something?” “Well, you know, when you see a big, beautiful full harvest moon, you have to stop and admire it.” She was sure there was a complement in that statement somewhere. But she remembered when they were teenagers; when she was first maturing into womanhood and he was growing curious about females. It was an awkward time, he was always trying to sneak a peek or cop a feel. “Damn it, you haven’t changed a bit.” There was phony exasperation in her voice. “Whatever do you mean?” he smiled. “You were always trying to get a look at me or brush up against me and then running up to your room to jerk off.” This time with exaggerated resignation. “Yes,” he said smiling again, “but at least it was me that I was jacking off.” With that her eyebrows raised sharply. “I remember seeing you stroking Jeff Parker off one night at the movies.” She blushed slightly, then shrugged her shoulders. “That’s all he ever got off me, a couple of crummy hand jobs.” “All I know is, at the time I thought about what a lucky son of a bitch Parker was.” “So you’re saying you wanted a hand job from your sister?” ...

... “Hey, I was fourteen, I wanted a hand job from anybody female. I’d of taken one from Mom if she offered.” “You are one sick bastard,” she laughed, “get help.” “No, I’m not a desperate teenager any more. I’ve changed; I wouldn’t take a hand job from Mom today.” “Oh, I’m impressed, I’m sure Mom will be relieved.” She paused for a moment, then, “What? Wait, does that mean you still want one from me?” She made a face. “Would not turn one down.” Rose stuck her tongue out at him. “Whoa, that’s a turn on. Does it taste as good as it looks?” That’s when Rose had the idea; if he was going to keep on like this she would call his bluff. He was an adult after all, and probably didn’t really want any type of sexual contact with his older sister. Nobody said it was a good plan; it was one that was concocted under the influence of the wine she had been drinking. If she had been thinking straight, it all would have ended right then and there. But she wasn’t. “So, all these years you were jealous of Parker, huh?” She watched as he nodded his head, then she slapped the bed alongside her, “Well come on over and we’ll take care of that.” With that, he got up and walked over and sat down. A game of sexual chicken had begun. Sure he would back down at some point, Rose was willing to take it as far as was necessary to get to that place. John was willing to go as far as he could until she stopped. It was a formula for disaster, each counting on the other to call a halt to things. First was the kiss, ...