The unfortunate thing about getting a craving like this, is you think once you get your fix, you will be done for a bit and able to focus on life again. Well the problem was, that as soon as I was back in my seat (after Peter and I exited the bathroom as non-discreetly as possible) the first thing I thought about was getting to the hotel and getting pounded by my brother's cock for the rest of the day. That's when I realized this wasn't a craving. I wasn't like I was having a hankering for chocolate and once I ate it I was done. No, this was more. It was definitely carnal and deep. It was a need. Tasting his cum in my mouth made me realize that I had gone through life eating fake food and for the first time ever, I had tasted the real thing.
Now my body wanted it.
"Are you ok?" My dad asked.
"Yeah why?" I replied looking back out the window.
"You just seem flushed and distracted. You aren't sick are you? The way you ran to the bathroom..."
I looked at him and shook my head. "No I am fine, dad. I was just up late and then up early this morning. I am anxious to get there already. I need a vacation."
"Haha," he smiled. "I am glad you feel that way. Your mom and I have just felt like you kids are growing up so fast. Soon you will be off to college and gone just as much as Peter. Then you will find some nice guy and get married and you won't be my little girl anymore."
My father was such a sincere man. He was very sensitive (just like Peter) and was able to walk that fine line between being a good friend and being a good dad. I loved him for that.
I leaned against him. "Daddy," I said in a cute voice. "I will always be your little girl."
He set his warm hand on my thigh and gave it a squeeze. "I love it when you call me 'Daddy'."
He put his arm around me and I lay against his shoulder and closed my eyes. What would he think of his little girl now? What would he do if he knew that his two kids had very passionate anal sex last night? What would he think if he knew that right now, I was very literally thinking about sitting on Peter's cock just to feel it in my ass again? Fuck. I couldn't keep thinking like this, it was making my head hurt and my pussy wet at the same time. I felt another twinge of fear run through me. Was this new thing with Peter ok? Like where was it going to go?
I let out a sigh and my dad pulled me closer to him. I felt drowsy against him and somewhere in a thought about Peter shooting cum on my face I fell asleep.
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I woke up as the plane landed. My eyes were heavy and the truth was that I was tired. I don't think I slept well and it was taking all of my energy to suppress the doubts and fears about what was going on with my brother. We exited the plane slowly, as it always seems to take forever. Especially when you really really want to get out. Anyway, we traversed the airport, shuttled to the rental car place and were off on the big island of Hawaii in our SUV in a decent amount of time.
My parents bought a house on the Big Island a few years ago and made it a habit to go several times a year. I went with them on occasion, but as I got more involved in school and Peter left, it became my parents' thing. I felt like a guest in the hous.
It was a nice two story 3 bedroom with a nice ocean view. My parents' had installed a hot tub and a sauna, claiming that these were coveted features when they went to rent it out. As to who and how they rented it? Yeah I am not a rental agency, so I have no idea. I do know that more than once my dad had to handle some situation caused by renters. But I don't know what that ever was.
Peter and I looked at each other a lot on the way over, but I found it hard to talk to him around my parents. I wasn't sure what our "normal" conversation was anymore. So I smirked at him and chatted with my parents about when we should go to the beach. For the 45 minute drive, things started to feel to again. At least the tension in my stomach seemed to dissipate. Maybe this was like everything else in that just some time and space made it fall to the background. For the most part that was true. That was, of course, until I looked over at Peter and noticed the bulge in his pants. Yeah that was gonna be a problem. It was like throwing a lifetime alcoholic into a vat of whiskey and telling them to close their mouth.
We got to the house and piled out of the car.
"Ugh, I just can't wait to get out of these clothes!" My mom said as she fiddled with the keys.
"I would like to see that!" My dad blurted.
"Oh great you guys!" I laughed. "That's all we need is to see you guys getting all hot and bothered!"
They laughed then my mom looked at me and whispered, "Oh stop Andrea, you have seen it before."
