Journey To Love Pt 02

All characters are over eighteen. This is a slow burn romantic adventure between a Brother and a Sister.

Journey to Love. Part 2

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Jack

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Knowing you're about to embark on a journey is one thing. It is entirely another to know what type of journey you are on.

Morning brought with it excitement and would. Morning wood certainly. But 'the would' of life was much less predictable.

Would is a word the holds both the future and the past. The destiny of the inevitable. Imagination tries to predict the would. Fore knowledge and foreboding are its bedfellows.

Jack sported wood, but 'the would' played havoc with his mind. The two were inextricably linked because he thought of Sophie immediately. His mind churned the images of guilty. Feelings of intense sexual release and latent taboos he never thought he would have to deal with.

As a young Man, he had grown up not having a sister. Suddenly he was being thrust into a journey and a quest. Taboo and incest did not play in Jack's world. Until yesterday, neither did the concept of a sister, let alone the reality.

Overlayed on this was another new and foreign primal urge: That of the protector. Jack had only known self survival, the primacy of id. But overnight his societal role changed to that of big brother. But it was more than a social norm, it was a deep seated primal urge of group and familiar survival. Caring and looking after an other was a core responsibility of the big brother.

So Jack's morning wood, kept firm by erotic images and imagining of a sister, lay a rod of guilt for his back. It would be easier to roll over and go back to sleep. Pretend it was a dream. Except the prospect of an exciting journey with mysterious and enchanting person brought all sorts of excitement. This meant Jack was wide awake and excited to embark into the unknown.

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Sophie

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In the morning Sophie did not feel so brave. The idea of a journey with Jack was just that an idea. Something that needed the flesh and bones of experience. Sophie was more content to curl up and dream of love. She was not sure about the doing. The fact that she had absolutely no experience of doing anything with a boy made the impending journey frightening. She found herself thinking.

I loved the warmth of Jack when I leant on him last night. It was more than a physical warmth. It was strange. That photo of us as curled up together as babies and now these feelings of something familiar as I cuddled myself in his T-shirt. For a while I dwelt on the memories of the pleasure I gave myself last night to thoughts and images of Jack. How they were sort of flirting over the tooth cleaning process. How he was hard. OMG he looked big. I had no ideas what really big looked like. I doubted he was really big. But behind the veil of satin?

Then looked down at Pikachu stretching with my breasts. My shirt had ridden up, so beyond the white T folds I could see my mons and pubic hair clearly on display. I remembered my shorts left out to dry. The sheet had been kicked off in the night. Enjoying the freedom, I stretched out full length. Then I planted my feet and raised my body, taking the tension in my back. I imagined I was offering my genitals toward an imaginary Jack at the end of the bed. What would it be like to look down and watch a virile male approach me with a rampant hard on? Wow, I can imagine his lean torso culminating in the V of his groin. Jack, specifically Jack, taking my buttocks in his hands and spreading me further. Then Jack feeding his fatness into my waiting virgin vagina. It was so real in my mind I heard him groan his pleasure.

I heard the groan again. Hold on, it seemed to be coming from next door. I froze were I was. There was stillness in my room, but on the other side of the wall that separated my and Jack's rooms, there were some distinctive rhythmic sounds. I snuck silently up to the wall and listened. The sounds were clearer, the groans more distinctive. Jack was definitely taking care of himself. I didn't realise that my own hand was starting to pleasure my own folds. I was so captivated by hearing the forbidden. The moment of voyeurism heightened the thrill. Knowing Jack had no idea he was being heard. How many hotel rooms would we be sharing? Would I get to hear Jack pleasure himself throughout our journey? The sounds became urgent and then I heard an distinctive groan followed by a "fuck, God fuuuck." I groaned myself as my thighs clamped onto my hand which was busy between my legs. I came with him. Not a big cum, but cumming none the less.

On the other side of the wall there was quiet for a moment then a scurrying sound as Jack bolted for the bathroom. Soon I could hear the shower running. Temptation was strong. I wondered what Jack's room smelt like after that. I had read of sex leaving a distinctive odour in a room. Did my room smell after last night and this morning? Did Jack's? I snuck out into the corridor.

Jack's door was open and the shower running was clear. At the door I took in a breath. It definitely had a smell. It was also a Jack smell, at least boy's smell. Entering was almost exciting in itself, especially entering a brother's room without permission. I had not had the typical adolescent argument over that. We never lived in the same house. But it was almost a sibling right of passage. One I had missed out on.

I scanned the room and noticed the dishevelled sheets. The left side had the distinctive shape of having been clenched in a fist. Quickly I knelt down and put my nose close to the fabric where his butt would have been planted. Oh God the smells were overwhelming. They were different, strong, earthy. It was clear the pheromones had transferred to the sheet. I so wanted to hug that spot. Instead I lowered my head and buried my cheek into the warmth that was still present in the mattress. Slowly I moved my cheek to caress where Jack's butt cheeks had thrust. My imagination took hold of me. My cheek was caressing his abdomen, warm and inviting. I looked toward the bedhead and where Jack's cute face would be groaning.

How long I was like that, transfixed I had no idea, before I spied a dribble flowing slowly toward the floor. Strange? I moved over to look. OMG! The wall was damp. Obviously Jack had missed a spot in a hurried clean up. There was a distinctive trace of Jack's cum flowing slowly toward the architrave.

Tentatively I reached out my hand and caught the drip before it travelled further. It was definitely sperm. Jack's sperm. Did that make it special or any less grose? I rubbed it between two fingers. It was very slippery, but not really stretchy like I get sometimes. Boy spunk. I giggled. It brings new meaning to the word spunky. God I found Jack spunky!

Next to contemplate the smell. It was a strange smell. One I had never encountered. But the thrill went straight to my clit from my nose. There was a burst of wetness below which accompanied my olfactory pleasure. Now to taste, but there was not much left to really taste.

I bent down and saw a patch still present on the architrave. God, Jack must have shot well over his shoulder. I was kneeling right next to his bed and could feel my butt exposed to the cool morning air. Leaning in further I scooped the final bit on my finger.

"Um Sophie! What are you doing?"

'Whack' "ouch" I hit my head on the table. Next Jack was giggling or trying to contain a giggle.

"Crap you scared me!" I said as I crawled backwards. Turning in a kneeling position quickly I saw Jack at the end of the bed wearing only a towel around his waist.

"As I asked, what are you doing?"

Noticing I wasn't totally covered, I pulled the hem of the T-shirt down quickly, in a desperate effort to cover my girl bits. It was obvious I had no panties on. This solved the problem of the crotch, but my girls with their rock hard nipples and my wholesome breasts were now clearly highlighted through a stretched Pikachu.

"Crap. Sorry. My God how embarrassing. Don't laugh. Shit." The words staccato'd out of my mouth.

Suddenly a saving excuse presented itself.

"I thought I left a pair of undies out for today but couldn't find them. I figured I might have dropped them on your floor."

Leaning forward I moved to the two handed cover. One across my breasts and the while the other over my pubes was still clutching the shirt. Then I waddled backwards toward the door. Jack was having difficulty containing his giggles. I backed out, as I knew my butt was flapping in the breeze in this position.

Big eyed I stared daggers at Jack.

" You don't have to look."

Jack's eyes sparked, "What and miss my favourite Pikachu."

My eyes were bugging because it was clear Jack had grown a significant stiffy and his towel was slipping. I wanted to see this. I made it to the door and paused. Then the towel gave way only to be caught on his rod, which was suddenly acting like a coat hanger. I stared a second longer then I bolted next door. I slammed my back against it and giggled. Then I laughed and laughed. When I calmed down, I remembered the sperm on my finger. Rats it had been lost in the t-shirt.

Still leaning against the door. I peeled the shirt off and examined it. There was a damp spot on the hem. Quietly I put this to my mouth and sucked. There was some flavour but too little to ascertain what it was like. Part of my mind went to thinking of ways to get a better taste. Apart from the obvious one of directly from the source. I gasped.

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Jack

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The weight of the towel on my penis alerted me to the fact that I was essentially naked. I had no idea how much Sophie had seen. But I knew what I had seen. It was why I was stunned. Like a stunned mullet I quietly shut the door and flopped back on my bed. In the distance I could hear Sophie giggling and laughing. Shit she had seen something.

I replayed the vision in my mind. I had stared at Sophie's very naked backside replete with a clear view of.... well her vulva. It was exceptionally erotic. Her nether lips were swollen and red, well pink, but defiantly engorged. There was also a trace of moisture, evident leaking from between her cute inner lips. These lips protruded a bit from the larger seam bisecting her sex. I had not seen a real, live set of female genitalia before. Oh course I had seen plenty of porn which featured these. In fact I was a big fan of close-up porn. The ones that showed penis heads parting the lips or the female riding on top, with the penis parting the way, but not penetrating. So I knew what I saw. No wonder I was hard.

What I hadn't said was that I had been in the room a good minute before surprising Sophie. At one level, I was simply stunned by what I saw. But at a deeper level I was drinking in the view. Then guilt hit and I was trying to find the words so I wouldn't look like a perv.

The guilt conflict began once again. Wait was she giggling at her circumstance or my towel bearing pole. I was beginning to find Sophie's giggle not only endearing but also a bit of a turn on. She was super cute when she giggled. Fuck if she was giggling at me well? Actually she had every right to. My towel bearing pole was funny and I was actually saved from being totally naked in front of her by the happenstance. I realised my erect penis would have been totally on display without the towel. I gave my penis a rewarding stroke to thank it. But mainly because I was so turned on I wanted to rub another one out.

At that moment Grandpa called down the corridor.

"Breakfast in twenty minutes."

Fuck not enough time. Hurriedly I got dressed, hoping that twenty minutes was enough for the blood to drain without the aid of another good cum. I had already had a really good one this morning. What was with that? Suddenly I get a sister and a rampant sex drive. The two should not come together. Was I turned on by the thought of incest? Or was it that Sophie was just plain sexy. This was not helping my hard on. Stop thinking.

Dressed I followed the smell of cooking bacon and coffee to the kitchen.

"Do you want me to do anything Grandpa? "

"No, all good. Park your butt. This might be the last good meal you get. Proper bacon and farm fresh eggs."

With that Sophie entered sort of quietly and sat opposite me. Well, she sort of had to. Gramp's half read paper occupied the only other seat at the table.

"Hi Sophie. Great to see you this morning."

"What again?" She looked at me quizzically.

"Well great to see you dressed,.... you know in my Silverchair T shirt and those great looking cutoffs. It looks cute on you. Are you all ready to start this thing." I blushed as the double meaning was clear to us both. I also realised I was flirting. Me flirt! Wow, who would have thought.

On the table was homemade Jam, fresh slabs of hand cut white bread and an old style block of butter.

"Oh Jack, your've got to try this. Bread, cream and Jam. I remember it from when I stayed here as a girl."

"I'll get the cream out for you then. Farm fresh, I make it myself, and the butter. I didn't make the Jam it came from the Country Women's Association cake stall. Mrs MacAlpine's jam is the best in the district." Grandpa elaborated.

"Do I put the jam on first or the cream, I forget?" Sophie asked.

"Ah the old debate. That depends on the cream. If it's thickened or whipped cream then jam first and plop the cream on top. But if it's runny cream, like this one, put it on first and let it soak into the bread. Then Jam. That said, it only works on big thick slices like this or scones. That thin modern sandwich bread is useless. It will just be a sloppy mess."

"I noticed the cow yesterday, do you have to milk her everyday?" I asked.

Grandpa chuckled, "No, twice a day. But you have to be up early if you want to see that. I also milked her last night while you were packing."

"What's her name Grandpa? I remember Betsy when I was last here. I assume she's dead now."

"Oh Betsy's still very much alive out in the creek paddock. This one is Betty. She is Betsy's offspring. A good milker from good stock. From the same line of cows my own Grandfather kept."

"Wow, I'd love to learn how to milk a cow." I said.

"Maybe you could stay a bit when you get back and help me out."

"I think I'd like that. Like you said, I am on a gap year."

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Sophie

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I thought to myself that I wouldn't mind that also. I loved the farm, except for the snakes. But would I be staying because of the farm, or because Jack was wanting to? My mind churned this over while we ate an amazing breakfast. The chatter between the three of us was wonderful. I felt like we were truely family. Maybe more so because Grandpa had always been looking out for us.

It was a hearty breakfast, more than I normally eat. That was slice of Vegemite toast and a glass of orange juice. I looked up at the kitchen clock?

"Gramps is that the time?"

"Sure is."

Now it was my time to be embarrassed. I couldn't read a round clock. My world was digital.

"Ah, I can't read that one Gramps, what does it say?"

Gramps laughed. "Should I tell her Jack?"

Jack hung his head a bit. "Don't ask me I can't read it either."

"It's a quarter past seven, if that helps."

I gave him a blank stare.

"That's seven fifteen in the morning Sophie." Jack added.

"Oh. Crap that's early."

"Have you checked your phone this morning. It has digital."

Wow, I thought to myself, crap I have been distracted. I realised I didn't even have it on me.

"It's on charge, so I forgot it."

"Well it's a good sign." Gramps said. "Young people these days are so dependant on phones they miss out on life."

Well next thing uncle Dave and Rob burst into the kitchen and it's suddenly chaos. Mum follows all teary. Gramps grabs Jack to show him how to tie down the cases. I no longer have time to think.

This is it. We are at the thing, now called Daisy. Everyone is hugging goodbye. Mum arranges a nightly time for a phone call with me. Jack looks sad that apart from Gus he really has no one.

Mum pulls Jack aside and they have a quiet talk. When they come back I can see mum has been crying again. Jack also has watery eyes. I decide not to ask to let Jack tell me, in his time, what actually went down.

"So Wagga Wagga it is, my Gramps says it's only a two hour drive. I bet it's longer than that." I inform Jack.

"Well you drive first. I think that's the way Grandpa wants it."

"Gregory is the first small town on the way. How about we swap drivers every town we get to? That means we can stretch legs and cool down if needed."

Jack sat in the back and waited for me to park my butt in the front. I was very self conscious about that butt. Particularly as I was wearing shorts. I actually did a small lap of the driveway in front of the farm house so I could get used to the car again. The track down to the road was a typical farm track, rough as guts. The little engine was going to be a constant sound.

I stopped before the main gate, well cattle grid.

"Will this thing get over that Jack?"

"I hope so or this is the end of our journey. I guess motor bikes get over it ok."

I started the car and crawled up to it. Wrong move. The front wheels got stuck and we stopped.

"Crap, I think we need to get out."

So it was a comedy of errors alighting halfway over a cattle grid.

"I think we need to do it at speed. That's how you do it in a car, less bumpy that way." Jack suggested.

"Ok let's get in, back up and gun it." Jack offered.

"Easy for you to say."

My phone pinged. It was Mum.

'Are you two ok, we can see you from here.'

I quickly texted back... 'just learning how to cross a cattle grid.' I swear I could hear them laughing. How embarrassing.

Once in again, I turned the key backwards and backed up a hundred meters.

"Well here goes nothing Jack. If we crash then I guess we lose the inheritance."

"Happy to lose that, I don't want to lose my new sister though."

So I gunned it. (Australian for putting the pedal to the metal, for giving it revs and taking off fast.) not that we went fast but it was fast enough to get over it safely.

"Well that was fun."

"Speak for yourself, that was a real bone shaker back here."

"Left or right Jack. Your navigating I can't think much while I'm driving this."

"Left then left onto the main road at the bottom of the hill. "

"Crap I didn't think about down hill." This thing was much scarier down hill.

Fortunately the main road was reasonably wide but then that meant cars and occasional trucks. These decided our car was so unusual it required solid beeps of the horn or two. The truck horns were so loud that they nearly frightened me off the road. I couldn't work out if they were upset at our slow pace or just being friendly. Most waved or gave us a thumbs up. So I guess it was the latter.

"How far to Gregory? I asked after about half an hour.

"Another twelve kms." Jack said. "Do you know that this road is called the Olympic Way?"

"No! Why is that Jack?" It was loud and we were shouting.

"Just looking it up. Got it. Wow, it was named because it was a big part of the Olympic Torch marathon."

"For the Sydney Games?"

"No the 1956 Melbourne games."

"Feels like they have not made it any bigger since then."

"That's because the Hume Highway is the major route."

Before we hit Gregory we did a few steep crossings up and over a railway line. They were smooth and designed to allow trucks to do it safely but in this little thing they were once again frightening.

"I hope this gets easier." I shouted to Jack.

"I hope so too. It's scary enough back here."

With a sigh we pulled into Gregory. I parked outside the only real big building, the pub.

Hatch up, we both tumbled out. I was shaking. The relief and adrenaline released.