(c) Copyright 1997 Rhymer. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted through mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. ROAD TRIP by THE RHYMER For the last few weeks my family and I have been on vacation, and after what happened yesterday I don't ever want it to end. If I'm lucky, maybe what my younger brother Daryl started will continue...and if he doen't make the next move, I damn sure will. Mom's always wanted to go to California, so there were were touring the West Coast. We'd picked yesterday to go to a huge waterpark about an hour outside San Diego, and everybody had a great time, except that Daryl got a little sunburned. We were still in our wet swimsuits when we got into the Suburban, but Dad didn't give a damn -- the 'Burb was rented, after all. The vehicle had three seats, and normally my brother and I each got a seat to ourselves while Mom and Dad sat up front; but for some reason, this time Daryl slipped into the very back seat with me. For once, I didn't care about the invasion of my personal space; I was tired. I lay back and closed my eyes, and Daryl leaned his head against my shoulder like he used to when we were younger. A few second later he said softly, "I'm really tired. Can I put my head in your lap?" "Sure," I said sleepily. About five minutes later, I felt a strange yet pleasant sensation in my groin: Daryl's hot breath against my wet, cloth- covered cunt-mound. I shifted a little involuntarily, and this brought the corner of his mouth up against my crotch. I gasped as his eyes flew open. He turned and stared wide-eyed at me for a second, then very deliberately opened his mouth and started nibbling at me with his sharp little teeth. I jumped and felt a wave of arousal sweep through me. I couldn't fucking believe it: my cute blond 14 year old brother was chewing on his own sister's cunt! I glanced toward my parents; they were listening to the music and talking in low tones, oblivious to anyone but themselves. I looked down at my brother and he stopped long enough to grin mischeivously, the little brat. I just let out my pent breath slowly, slowly, leaned back, closed my eyes, and feigned sleep. Daryl went on with what he was doing, and I decided to just enjoy. While I've never had sex -- I'm only 16 -- I've been in plenty of petting sessions, and I've masturbated a thousand times. But I've never been as hot as when I felt Daryl's mouth on me. My clitoris got hard as a little stick, and he soon discovered it, flicking it with his tongue. I shuddered. Moving slowly, he slid his tongue up and down my cunt-furrow, poking the material down into my snatch. I started to hunch my crotch up into his face a fraction of an inch at a time to increase the delicious friction. I could feel his hot breath puff against my mound harder and faster, and that just turned my on all the more. When little bro returned to my clit and started gently nipping at it with those teeth, I couldn't take it any more. I grabbed his hair in one hand and the arm of the seat in the other and pressed him hard into my snatch. When I came a second later, it was like rockets were going off in my brain and cunt. I just about ripped Daryl's scalp off, but good little brother that he is, he never made a sound. After a long second, he sat up, smiling broadly, wiping his face as though he were just waking up. What he was really doing, of course, was wiping my moisture away. Good thing we'd gone to a water park. At least I could ascribe my soaked bikini bottom to the swimming, though I desperately hoped the musky smell of my pussy juice wouldn't give me away. Our folks remained clueless the whole time, and Daryl never said a word. We arrived at the hotel a half hour later, and I immediately took a long hot shower in which I fingered myself to orgasm twice more. I don't know what it was that made Daryl start munching my pussy on the way home yesterday; maybe watching all the cute girls in their bathing suits got him riled up, or maybe he's had designs on me for a while and just found the road trip the perfect opportunity to take action. I know one thing: I want to return the favor. From the bulge he was displaying in his swimsuit as we got out of the car at the motel, I'm sure he's pretty well hung, and I won't rest till I fell him shoot a load down my throat. Our folks plan to go shopping in an hour, and we've both decided to stay at the hotel and "veg out," according to Daryl. I don't know about vegetables; I happen to feel like meat tonight, and what I really want is that slab of beef between his legs! THE END