“Ready to go?” Robbie asked, closing the trunk of his SUV. Rebecca (Becca for short) nodded, zipping up her coat to keep warm.
“Yeah let’s get going. Mom and Dad are already on their way and we don’t want to be late.”
The brother and sister piled into the car with Robbie in the driver’s seat. They were on their way to a family Christmas party, and because Robbie had the biggest car out of anyone in their household, he had been chosen to transport the food and drinks they would be bringing to the party. He was dressed smartly-but warmly- in dark denim jeans, an emerald green sweater, and a brown coat. He had even slicked back his dark brown hair for the occasion.
Becca wiggled her toes in her black boots and she mentally cursed herself for wearing a dress instead of pants. As soon as Robbie started the car, she cranked the heat. Before buckling in, she took off her black coat and set it on her lap. Little flecks of snow melted as they fluttered from her coat to her legs clad in black tights, and left little droplets on her dark red sweater dress. They lived in Colorado, and the snow had been heavier than ever that year. That was another bonus to Becca riding with Robbie- his car had 4 wheel drive and could easily navigate the slick roads. Robbie backed out of the driveway and Becca turned on the radio, playing some Christmas carols.
“How long should it take to get to Nana’s?” Becca asked.
“Maybe a half hour? I want to drive slower than usual just in case the road is icy. Better to be safe than sorry.” Becca nodded and sent a text to their parents, letting them know that the food may need to be reheated in the oven.
The drive began quietly with Becca staring out the window. The trees had long ago lost their leaves, and their bare branches twisted ominously into the dark sky. She focused her attention to the radio and to her brother, his hands resting on the wheel. The soft blue glow of the lights in the car relaxed her and she crossed her legs.
“It’s really coming down,” Robbie observed. At first the asphalt was speckled with white flakes, but as they drove on, less and less of the black pavement was visible. Becca checked the time on her phone.
“We’ll be there in 20 minutes, it’s no big deal, right?” She asked nervously. Robbie nodded, but he didn’t seem so sure.
“Final year in high school, huh? Where have you been thinking about applying?” Robbie was two years older than Becca and was halfway through college. It was Becca’s senior year, she had just had her 18th birthday party that October.
“That’s for me to know, and you to find out,” she said, laughing. The truth was, most applications weren’t open for submission until Spring and she had no idea where she wanted to go to college. She missed having her brother around, they had always been close. She’d considered trying to get into the University Robbie attended, but she didn’t want to be a burden on him and his friends.
“I miss you, Becs. You know I wouldn’t mind it if you came to school with me. Just don’t date any of my friends,” he teased.
“I don’t think that will be a problem,” she said laughing, “I haven’t dated anybody yet and even if I did date in college, I certainly wouldn’t go after your bros.” She used her fingers to put air quotes around the word “bros”. They were back in their groove again, bantering the way they would before Robbie went off to college. Some of the anxiety Becca had been harboring in the pit of her stomach dissipated.
“Shit,” Robbie said under his breath. Becca looked up from her manicured nails (simple french tips, she was a classy girl after all) and at the road. It was becoming more and more difficult to tell where the road ended and the snow banks began. The snow was coming down harder now.
“You have gear in the back just in case, right?” Becca asked. The two had lived in Colorado practically their entire lives. They had been taught to keep water bottles, heated blankets that could be plugged into the cars outlets, hand warmers, a first aid kit, and various other supplies in the trunks of their cars. Especially during the winter time.
“Of course. Mom and Dad made sure I stocked up before going to college. But I’d definitely rather make it to Nana’s and sleep on her air mattress than crash in the back of the car,” Robbie said, wrinkling his nose. “Even if her guest room does smell like her cat.”
The car slowed to a crawl. “How far are we?” Becca asked nervously.
“Well, if I keep driving at this speed, we are back to 20 minutes. Call Mom and see if the roads there are any better. Maybe we can tough it out.
Becca called their Mom. When she asked about the roads her mother grimly advised them to turn around and head back home if at all possible.
“I think we’re stuck. The road behind us is just as bad as the road in front of us,” Becca told her mother.
“Okay sweetie, well Robbie should have plenty of supplies in the back seat. Keep us updated. Pull over and ride it out if you can, wait for the plows in the morning. Don’t worry about the food, go ahead and eat it for dinner.”
Becca huffed and hung up the phone. “Did you get all that?” She asked, looking at Robbie.
“Yep. Okay, let me find a section of the road where we can pull off. We don’t want someone to crash into us by accident.” He pulled into a wooded area on the side of a straight stretch of road. The two got out of the car and put emergency reflectors around the vehicle so they would be easy to spot, but they hadn’t seen any cars in miles. They both shivered as they opened the trunk and put the backseats down, which made the back of the car roughly the size of a queen sized bed. Their hands were turning pink as they hurriedly laid out the blankets, climbed in, and shut the trunk.
“I’m going to blast the heat, can you take care of the blankets?” Becca asked. Robbie nodded, and Becca bent over the front seat to reach the keys in the ignition. Robbie caught a glance of Becca’s shapely ass as she leaned over. The sweater dress, while modest, still curved to fit her figure and Becca was on the dance team at school. She was in great shape. Robbie quickly looked away and felt a pang of guilt, he plugged in the blankets and waited for them to heat up. They both removed their shoes and jackets and placed them at the end of the car in front of the trunk. It was just as warm- if not a little warmer- than they would be if they were indoors.
“As long as we crank the heat every once in a while and keep the blankets on, we should be fine for the night. Are you hungry?” Robbie asked. Becca shook her head no, and sent a text letting their Mom know everything was okay.
“So, why haven’t you dated anyone? Did something happen?” Robbie probed. He missed talking to his sister, and regretted not being there to protect her.
“Well, most of the boys are just young and don’t understand boundaries. We’ll all be going our separate ways to college soon. I didn’t see the point of beginning a relationship that would just have to end after graduation anyway.”
“They don’t understand boundaries?” Becca’s cheeks turned a little pink.
“Well, you know, they just want… to be physical.” She clarified.
“Oh. Well I’m proud of you for making that decision.” He put his hand on top of hers, a gesture that would’ve been perfectly normal in the past, but now seemed… wrong. He snatched his hand away.
“I haven’t been with anyone,” Becca added hastily. “Like that I mean.”
“I mean, it’s your business, even if you had,” Robbie said, trying to ignore the tiny bit of excitement he felt at the idea of his sister being a virgin. An awkward silence filled the car. Robbie was trying to think of something, anything else to talk about or even think about. He knew his sister was pretty, but hadn’t expected to see her so grown up. They had the same chocolate brown hair, the same hazel eyes, the same pale skin. But Becca had grown into herself, she’d discovered her sense of style and had an aura about her that reflected a young woman about to enter the world on her own for the first time. She reminded him of some of the girls at his school.
“It’s hard being a teenage girl. You never know which guys will leave and which ones will stick around,” Becca observed.
“I would never leave you.” The words flew out of Robbie’s mouth before he could stop them.
Becca blushed again, “Of course you wouldn’t leave. You’re my brother.” She placed just a tiny bit of emphasis on the word brother, and Robbie noticed that Becca had crossed her stocking-clad legs.
He looked over at her, and was a little startled to see her watching him. He couldn’t help but notice that she had put on a little lipstick, and that her eyelashes looked longer and darker than usual. The blush on her cheeks was natural, however. Almost of its own accord, his hand moved up to cup the side of her cheek, just underneath her ear. Becca’s soft curls caressed the top of his hand as he leaned in and gently kissed her. Her lipstick tasted a little like vanilla, and there was a hint of coffee on her breath from that afternoon.
She pulled away. “This is wrong,” she whispered, but Robbie couldn’t help wondering if she was convincing him, or herself.
“I would never leave you,” he repeated. Becca placed her hands gently on the soft cashmere of his sweater, but she wasn’t pushing him away, she lightly gripped the fabric between her fingers and pulled him back in. Robbie’s hands immediately slid down to the curve of her hips, holding her body against his. He was definitely hard now as her soft lips moved against his mouth. He considered giving her a little tongue, but didn’t know if she’d ever made out with anyone before and didn’t want to scare her off. She let out a moan that was so soft Robbie wondered if he’d imagined it. He slid his hand down underneath her dress, running his palm over the soft fabric of her nylons.
“Is this okay?” he whispered against her mouth. She nodded, just before pushing her body against him even tighter. He reached up even higher, finding the elastic of her tights with his fingers and pulled them down her legs. They rolled in on themselves and were left, forgotten, on the floor of the trunk. Becca pushed Robbie’s sweater up and out of the way, revealing his bare chest and the curve of his soft stomach. Becca’s dress was the next to come off and Robbie’s breath hitched in his throat as he saw his sister’s body for the first time since childhood. She was wearing simple black panties and a black bra. Her breasts looked to be a medium size, and just as pale as the rest of her. Her waist flared in and her hips curved back out, and she also had a softness to her belly despite her being on the dance team. She looked at him shyly, but noticed the desire in his eyes.
Robbie stripped down to his boxers and kissed her on the lips once more. But he let his lips travel down her jawline and the curve of her neck, all the way to her collarbone where he gently nipped her with his teeth. She was breathing heavily now, her breasts rising and falling within the confines of her bra.
“Is this okay?” he asked, putting his hands on the clasp of her bra. She nodded and he unhooked it effortlessly, sliding the straps down her harms to reveal her chest. She was a little bigger than he thought, and perky. They were topped with pink nipples, which were hard. Robbie took one in his mouth and gently sucked, massaging her with his tongue as she moaned. This time, he knew he wasn’t imagining it.
“Can I take these off?” he asked, pulling away.
“Yes please,” she said, giving a nervous laugh as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them off her. Her skin was soft and smooth, her pussy had been either shaved or waxed recently.
“Your turn,” she said, eyeing his tented boxers.
“Are you sure?” he asked, and she nodded. He obliged her, pulling off his underwear to reveal his cock. He was average, maybe a little smaller than average. His pubic hair was trimmed and creeped up his stomach into a happy trail. She looked up at him as he flushed, he had always been a little bit insecure about his size- as many men are.
She took his dick into her soft hand and pumped it up and down, feeling him and getting used to him. He exhaled, trying not to think about how he and his little sister were naked together, and how he was probably going to take her virginity. Robbie sucked on his fingers for a moment before bringing them down to her pussy, though he found she was already soaking wet.
“Does this feel good?” he asked, and she bit her lip, nodding. “Have you ever had an orgasm?”
“Yes,” she responded, “I touch myself most nights before bed.” the image of her milky thighs spread wide open and her fingers exploring her folds immediately popped into Robbie’s head, and it turned him on even more.
He dipped her fingers again into her wetness and began to circle her clit with his fingers, making her moan and gasp. He was careful not to rub her directly on her clit, knowing how sensitive that part of her body would be. He played with her for a few minutes, resisting the urge to bury his fingers inside her. He only wanted to do this if she was absolutely sure.
She feverishly took his cock in her hands and pulled him near her pussy.
“Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?” he checked.
“Absolutely,” she breathed. He took his cock in his hand and rubbed her slit with his cockhead. He used the tip to caress her clit and she moaned, scooting her butt down so she could lay down with her legs spread. Robbie paused to find his jacket and put it underneath her head like a pillow.
Finally, Robbie held the end of his dick at her entrance.
“Please, I want you so badly,” Becca said. So he began to slowly sink inside her. She winced and her breath hitched in her chest.
“We can stop at any time,” he reminded her.
“No, I want to do this. Keep going.” He continued easing into her until he bottomed out. She relaxed a bit and he began to slowly play with her clit as she adjusted to him.
“That feels so good,” she gasped, grinding her hips against his. He began to work his cock in and out, at first barely sliding out as she got used to the sensation. Her breasts bounced and he again took one of her nipples in his mouth, making her squirm with pleasure.
“Oh… my… god…” she panted, her fingers digging into his arms. He moved inside her a little faster, her walls tightening around him. His thumb never left her clit. He pulled away from her nipple and sat up straight, looking down at her beautiful body. He watched his cock slide in and out of her fuck hole, her lips spread apart to accommodate his dick. Her breasts were bouncing faster as he slid in and out, her eyes were squeezed shut and she was biting her lip. Robbie used his hands to grip her hips, both thrusting inside her and pulling her down so her pussy lips were flush against him, going as deep as possible.
Becca opened her eyes to see Robbie watching her, his hips slapping against hers. Her legs were wide open and gently wrapped around his waist. She let her fingers travel up her body to pinch and play with her nipples, just like when she was alone and in bed, touching herself in the dark. She felt a familiar tingling in her pussy, just like when she would watch porn and rub her clit, sending herself into an orgasm. She instinctively moved down, resting her middle finger on her clit, moving it in circular motions. Robbie groaned at the sight of his sister playing with herself, her curly hair contrasting against her pale skin, her subtly manicured fingers playing with her pink pussy. He used his thumbs to open her slit so he could better see his cock sliding in and out, stretching her tight hole.
Her fingers flew over her clit and Robbie struggled to hang on, knowing they didn’t have protection and he wasn’t sure if his sister was on the pill. Becca felt her orgasm building inside her, her moans growing louder.
“Oh my god Robbie,” she moaned, “I’m so close. Fuck… FUCK!” she screamed, her body first arching and then going completely still before spasming and shuddering underneath him. “Oh my god, ROBBIE!” she cried out, letting out all the screams and moans she had never been able to release in the privacy of her bedroom in case her parents could hear. Robbie pressed his lips together so hard it hurt, trying his best to last until she rode out her orgasm.
He pulled out with a loud groan, jerking his cock as he sprayed his sister’s breasts with his cum. Becca’s fingers continued to slowly rub her clit while her orgasm subsided and she whimpered every so often as Robbie’s grunts devolved into heavy breathing.
After a few minutes, Robbie spoke. “Do you want another one?” he asked.
“Another what?” she answered his question with a question, eyeing his softening cock. Robbie followed her gaze with his own.
“Not that,” he said, “It takes men a while to… recover. I meant do you want another orgasm?” Becca nodded eagerly, her pussy was on fire.
Robbie slid two fingers into her pussy, his wrist facing up. He slid all the way past his second knuckle, fingering her deeply. She was a little looser now, having just been fucked, but her pussy still spread apart to accommodate his fingers in the most erotic way. He began to move his fingers in and out, loving the way his sister squirmed and moaned for him. She again rested her fingers on her clit, playing with herself in circular motions.
“This feels so fucking good,” she gasped, her hips moving back and forth to meet his fingers. “Oh my god.”
Becca’s breathing got faster and faster, and Robbie curled his fingers upward to hit her g spot.
“Faster, harder,” she begged, and Robbie obliged, increasing the speed of his fingers and ramming into her pussy. He could feel his wrist and his shoulder beginning to ache but he was desperate for her orgasm, desperate to make her first time as pleasurable as possible. He knew most women didn’t cum their first time, but he wanted his sister’s first sexual experience to be amazing. She wasn’t like most girls.
“Oh god, oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck!” She screamed out, once again releasing the pent up sexual frustration that she could never quite satisfy with her own fingers. Her body bucked and shuddered while she continued playing with her clit and Robbie held on for dear life while her tight pussy spasmed and nearly shoved his fingers out.
Eventually when she came down from the orgasm, Robbie withdrew his fingers and sucked them clean. They laid down on the floor of the SUV which was beginning to get cold. Robbie reached up and turned the car on for a few minutes, blasting the heat, before shutting it off again. They laid on their sides with Becca pressed up against him, acting as the little spoon.
Becca’s phone chimed and her phone lit up. She looked at the time and realized the whole experience had lasted about 30 minutes, but it had felt like so much longer. The text was from her mom.
Are you two doing alright? Staying warm?
A pang of guilt coursed through her, not wanting to think about how angry and disappointed and completely disturbed if their parents ever found out about what had just happened.
Doing great! We are about to go to sleep. See you in the morning 🙂 she sent back, checking to make sure the message went through.
Her phone made a click as she locked it.
“We can never tell anyone what just happened. And it can’t happen again,” she said sadly.
“I know,” Robbie responded, although the disappointment in his voice was palpable. “Do you regret it?” he asked.
“A little,” she responded, “But I feel better knowing my first time was with someone I love and trust. I just feel so ashamed because I know that if people find out, they would think it’s wrong and disgusting.”
“I know,” Robbie replied somberly. “But they won’t ever find out. I’ll protect you.”