My brother is home for summer break from college. I just graduated high school and we both are helping my dad in his transport business. We had an unplanned overnight trip together. Part one of two.
Helping with the family business
part one of two
My name is Lilli, and I am helping my dad run the family business of moving modular buildings to job sites. My dad started the company, and when I was done with high school, I started working for him, doing the books and finding moving jobs. Business has been slow, and the stress of the operation was getting to my dad. I came to the office one morning and found him unconscious. I called 911 and we got him to the hospital in time. He put a scare into us but will be OK with time and rest. My brother, Jeff, who is a year older than me, came to the hospital as soon as he learned of Dad’s heart attack. He was on summer break from college. He was working for Dad too, as a driver of one of the tractor trucks. He had a commercial license and had worked for Dad off and on for a couple of years now.
Dad’s business had just gotten a contract to deliver modular office buildings to a remote oilfield location in west Texas. There were several buildings to be moved to the site. Jeff was the driver for the truck hauling the first building. My dad was to drive the lead vehicle, who warned traffic of an oversized load. Since Dad was hospitalized, I told him I would drive the lead vehicle for him. I knew the basics of the job and ridden along with him a few times, so it seemed like I could do it.
The next morning, we had our yard team load up one of the modular offices onto the truck trailer. I hopped into the lead vehicle and checked all the safety signs and lights. We left mid-morning and had a 6-hour drive ahead of us. Jeff was communicating with me via cell phone, and we were making decent time. It was July and the west Texas heat was searing. It was in the high 90’s and dry. I had our duffle bags with overnight gear in my vehicle, in case we were delayed in returning home.
I had gotten about 500 yards ahead of the tractor trailer when an impatient driver tried to pass me on a hill. There was another car coming at us from the other direction. The passing car did not have time to get back in my lane ahead of me and I was forced off the road. I hit a railing and ran my car up onto the concrete barrier by the road’s edge. The passing car was able to get back in the lane, and kept going, even though it caused my accident.
Jeff saw everything and put his flashers on and called the police once he pulled in behind me. We had to wait for 3 hours to get a tow truck to pull my car off the concrete barrier. It was not drivable. The sun was beating down on us and Jeff and I quickly got soaked with sweat, as we stood in the sun, giving the accident report to the officer. We had the tow truck haul my car back to Houston, to our company yard. I arranged for one of the yard guys to take off the wide load banner and lights off the wrecked car and put them on another vehicle. He would meet us somewhere along the way to our destination, but it would not be until tomorrow. Jeff and I had to find a hotel for the night. This was an unplanned expense and now we had to wait overnight for the new lead vehicle to get to us.
I hopped into the cab of the tractor with Jeff as we watched the tow truck haul the damaged lead car away. We had lost several hours of valuable time. The delivery of the load was postponed until tomorrow, and I started using my mobile phone to find a hotel that was along our route. There was not much to pick from since this was a desolate area. I found a Mom and Pop type roadside motel a few miles off of the highway, ahead. I called and they had a room, so we booked it and headed that way.
As flustered as I was about the accident, and the delay, at least riding in the tractor cab with Jeff allowed us to get caught up on each other’s lives. I told him I had broken up with my longtime boyfriend and was still not over it. I was stressed from trying to help Dad with the business and now this wreck happened, which made everything worse. Jeff reassured me that I was doing a terrific job and Dad was lucky to have me working with him. I felt better. He told me he had not been dating anyone in particular, at college, since there were so many pretty girls there. He said he was happy to help out this summer with me and Dad. He assured me again that I was doing a good job. I always could count on my big brother to make me feel better about myself.
We found the hotel, and it was not much to look at. But as long as it had running water and air conditioning, we would make do. I ran in and paid for the room and got the key. We had stopped a few miles back at a convenience store and got some snacks and beer, so we had something to eat and drink in the room. Jeff drove our rig to a spot in the parking lot where we could turn around in the morning and we went to the room. That is when I realized that our overnight duffel bags were still in the lead car, which was half-way back to Houston by now. Oh shit. No clean clothes or toiletries.
Another oh shit was that the room only had a single double bed and not two, like the hotel clerk told me it had. I walked back up to the office to change rooms, but there were no others available. I walked back and told Jeff. He looked at me and said he didn’t care, and we’d make do with one bed. Damn, this was going to be awkward. Jeff scoured the hotel room to see what we had to work with. “I found 4 travel size shampoos, a couple of conditioners, and 3 travel toothbrushes with little toothpaste tubes with them”, Jeff said triumphantly. I grabbed another beer and some beef jerky and headed to the shower. I modestly poked my head out of the bathroom door and tossed my damp clothes onto a chair near the bathroom door. I asked Jeff to hang them up to dry the sweat from them. The shower felt wonderful, and I finished my beer as I washed up. I did not want to use up all the hot water, so cut the shower short.
I wrapped a towel around me, as best I could, and stepped into the room. It barely fit over my boobs. Jeff was sitting on the bed, in just his briefs, waiting for me to be done. I had not realized how buff he was. He had six pack abs and a big, muscular chest. Damn, he looked good. I guess Jeff and I are both blessed with good genetics, because I was trim and healthy, too, and most men considered me a hot chick. But I had fucked up my relationship with my boyfriend, and now this wreck happened, so I was not feeling good about myself. Jeff had also finished a couple of beers. He jumped in the shower and tossed his underwear out to me to hang up too. His briefs were a sweaty mess, and I did not want to touch them, but found a spot for them to dry overnight.
I was starved and the beer tasted great after a fucked-up day. I drank another one down quickly and ate a bag of chips. Not my kind of nutrition, but it would have to do tonight. Jeff came out of the bathroom, with a towel around his waist. He smelled good, which was a nice change after the day of sweating. He grabbed another beer and plopped into bed, next to me. We clicked beers together and cheered our luck that we found a hotel room out here in this barren country. It could have been worse. We could be sleeping in the cab of that truck right now. Ugh.
We laughed about lying next to each other, just wearing towels, as if this had been set up like a porn movie. “Yuk”, I said. “Incest? No thanks”. Jeff kidded me that I could do worse than him, and that he was sure any porn actor would be lucky to be with me. I paid him the same compliment and we tipped beers again. I was feeling the beer and soon had to pee. Then it started to hit me about my father being in the hospital, and the wreck and now no duffle bags.
I crawled back into bed and began to cry from the stress, and the beer had loosened my inhibitions. The last thing I wanted to be was a weak kid sister in front of my brother. Jeff crawled over to me and wrapped his strong arms around me. He told me again what a big help I was to Dad, and how good a job I was doing. I felt secure and safe with him holding me, and I snuggled up to him without thinking. I had gotten more tipsy than I realized, and his arms felt wonderful as he held me. His soothing voice, telling me I was a lovely, capable woman, melted my heart. I looked at him and gave him a kiss. He was taken aback, but smiled as we broke it off. “Wow, that was unexpected”, he mumbled. I kissed him again.
I really don’t know what came over me, but I suddenly had to have more. I crawled on top of Jeff and began kissing his mouth with deep, slow kisses. He was dumbfounded, but did not want me to feel rejected, I suppose, so he kissed me back. I looked at his face and confessed. “Jeff, I need you. Please don’t think badly of me. I want to be with you tonight”. He said nothing, but his smile told me this was going to be our secret.
I kissed his neck and ran my hands along his hard stomach. My fingers crept under his towel, and down to his crotch, until I found his cock. It was already hard and anticipating my touch. I could not believe I was stroking my brother’s shaft, but it did not seem wrong at this moment. It was hot and throbbing as I laid my fingers on top of it. I gave his penis a light squeeze and explored his body further. I found his ball sack, between his legs, rather wrinkly and hairy, that seemed to shift slightly, on its own, when I touched it.
I looked into Jeff’s eyes, in a pleading manner, as if to ask permission for what I was about to do next. Neither of us said a word, as I shifted my position, and moved down the bed. I hovered over his prick with my open mouth. I licked his shaft several times, then swallowed as much as I could get into my mouth. The velvety head of his cock felt divine in my mouth. Jeff gasped out loud when I slid my mouth over his tool. I held his prick in my mouth, savoring the taste, and I was in no hurry to rush thru the pleasure I wanted to give my brother.
Sucking Jeff’s cock was my way of thanking him for being a wonderful big brother, I suppose, but also for him reassuring me tonight that I was doing a good job helping Dad’s business. I wanted to give Jeff the best blow job possible. I crouched down over his manhood, and my damp hair draped down over my face. I pulled off his cock and slobbered all over it, jacking him and rubbing his slick shaft all over my face. I wanted to give this cock the most pleasure possible.
One of my special tricks is to lick ass when I am down servicing the man I am with. I told Jeff to flip over and stick his ass in the air. I got behind him and spread his ass cheeks. I buried my face between his cheeks and inhaled his fresh smelling asshole. I licked his opening lightly, not knowing if Jeff was going to be receptive to this intrusion in his backside. He started moaning and whispering how good my tongue felt, so I knew to keep going. His voice was muffled by the pillow his face was hidden in. I licked and probed with my tongue, getting his asshole all slippery and loose. My hand then returned to his erection and I stroked it while licking his ass. Some people joke that the name this action is a “trombone” move, and I guess it fits what I was doing to him. I would pull my hand back and spit on it to keep a slippery surface on his shaft as I played his “trombone”, while jamming my tongue as far up his ass as I could manage.
My mouth got tired, so I had him flip back over. I wanted him to cum in my mouth and told him so. He looked at me with lust and eagerness but said nothing. I sucked his cock some more and used a wet finger to probe his ass. I wormed it inside him two knuckles deep, and he began groaning like crazy. He said he’d never experienced anything like what I had been doing to him. It felt fantastic. I could feel his tension rise and soon he stiffened up and sprayed a load of well-earned cum in my mouth. I was delighted to have gotten my brother off. His sperm tasted incredible, and I rolled it around in my mouth to savor the flavor.
I collapsed next to him, and we were both breathing hard. When he recovered a bit, he said “Your turn”, and began suckling my hard nipples. It had been months since I had been sexually active and did not realize that I was so backed up. Just from having his mouth on one nipple and his hand tweaking the other one, I had a mini orgasm. This caused my cunt to get flushed with wetness. My own brother was making me wet. Wow.
Jeff kissed his way down my tummy and found my pussy, ready and anxious to be attended to. His hot breath was the first thing I felt, just before he lowered his tongue to the opening of my cunt. He took long, slow licks on my cooch from my ass to my clit and it felt incredible. I held his head lightly, running my fingers thru his thick hair as he ate me. It was so decadent and wrong for us to do this with each other, but it felt too good to stop.
His fingers began exploring my juicy hole. He had two in me, and curled them up, rubbing my G-Spot. Jeff certainly knew his way around a female’s body. I bet he is very popular at school. My pussy lips flared open as his mouth pressed against me. His fingers had found their mark, and I was building towards another climax. He moved his mouth slightly and found my clit, swollen and tender. His lips surrounded it, then he delicately kissed it. That was my last moment of control, then I blasted a jet of squirt out of my cunt and had a massive orgasm. My legs splayed apart and I went limp as a dishrag. My cunt pulsed and quivered as my climax slowly ebbed. I relaxed my hold on Jeff’s head, and he came up and kissed me on the mouth. It was a deep, wet kiss, with tongue and passion. I could taste my juices on his lips and his hot breath on my face.
We collapsed side by side on the bed, staring up at the cheap light fixture glaring at us from the ceiling. We had not even turned down the lights, for a romantic setting, before we started. We lay there for several minutes before he spoke. “Wow, that was fucking incredible, Lilli. Your boyfriend must be crazy to let you get away.” I looked at him and smiled. “You are pretty damn good, yourself, big brother. I can’t hardly move after the orgasm you gave me”.
Jeff looked at me and asked, timidly, “had you ever thought of doing this before? Like when we were younger”? “Well, to tell you the truth, Jeff, I really never did. You are my brother, and since we grew up together, it never occurred to me to want you. But since you have been away at school, it does not seem so odd or perverted to want you now”. “Are you OK with what we did, Lilli?” “Of course I am, you big dummy. In fact, I am not done with you”. I smiled.