The Hills Have Thighs - Part 1 - Sex Stories

The Hills Have Thighs - Part 1

... got the door open quietly. I'd been ready to sprint back to my car at any point, and it was a relief to relax and take a seat in the family's Chevelle. The interior was much less well kept. Evidently they didn't care to maintain theirs, the idiots. Maybe I'll sort it out. It was quicker to get the thing going. After a few long moments, I had it ready. There was no turning back after that point, though. Once the engine started, they woke up for sure. I braced myself. Then fired up the engine. It was a beautiful sound, but there was no time to admire it. In seconds, I'd shifted and was pulling away into the dirt. My plan was simple. It was a moonlit night, and I could see a small mesa roughly four hundred yards from the road on the right. Due to the way the interstate is curved at that point, there's no way to see behind that rock from the road. Perfect place to roll a trailer. It was lucky the ground was mostly flat. I didn't want any issues too early. Still, it was a bumpy ride. The car bounced all over the place, and I had difficulty steering us towards the mesa. But soon the car rounded it, and I took action. After spotting a low ledge, and giving the wheel a few sharp tugs, I spun the car round and sent the trailer crashing down into the rock strewn ground. There was a shearing noise as the metal tether that held the two vehicles together shattered, then a resounding crash when the collision with the ground occurred. The car continued its turn, and I steered out of the ...

... skid to come to a standstill facing the overturned trailer. I cut the engine instantly, and withdrew my gun. Climbing out of the car, I kept my eyes trained on the falling dust around the crash. No one emerged from its murky depths. Taking a few steps forward, I leant low and peered in through the smashed front window. I could see the parents already. I'd gotten lucky. The crash had sent the father flying across the trailer. He was lying on the wall, his crushed figure still breathing but I knew it was only a matter of time. The mother had suffered similarly, though she appeared to have remained wrapped in some bedsheets and wasn't broken like her husband. She was draped on the kitchen cabinets, unconscious. The position of the daughter's bed meant that she'd had the least impact. I caught sight of her, curled up in the corner of her cubicle, dazed and confused. The crash had certainly knocked her. She turned her head and her eyes came to rest on me. I fixed my gaze on her, and kept the gun pointed in her direction. "Don't move, girl" I called quietly to her. I decided to add, a few seconds later, "And no shouting. Or you'll all get a bullet." Terror sparked on her face. But she remained silent. I made my way through the shattered glass, and into the trailer, approaching her. Her eyes were wide with horror, as they came to rest on the strewn figures of her parents. I had been prepared to kill people inside the trailer if they survived the crash. But I didn't know what to do with ...