Journey To Love Pt 11

Journey to love pt. 11

Journey 11

Journey to Love Pt.11

This story continues a novel length story. The Brother and Sister and all characters are over eighteen at the time of sexual activity.

A journey can bring with it opportunities that reveal depth of character we never knew we had in us.

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Sophie

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Lunch over, it was back to the pool for a cool-down. I was determined to go in my blue bikini, which I had covered up with a light top and some shorts. I found the morning liberating even though it was a scary as hell. I don't know how I had that in me. But more than this I loved Jack's reaction. How he stood up for me. It was gold. I'm sure it could have been embarrassing for him. But it gave me confidence.

Mind you, the way his eyes boggled at all the breasts on display. His eyes were darting all over the place. But he stood his ground for me. But what would happen here at the Wellington pool? Were all country pools that archaic in their attitudes? Well at least pool managers.

It was with fear and trepidation I left the change rooms. I could feel eyes on me as soon I walked on the pool deck. Jack came up behind me and took my hand.

"I love that view from behind, I think I need to get in the water before I get hard."

I giggled and together we walked to the steps. I'm sure I sashayed my hips as we did so. It was still early afternoon, so we didn't have much of an audience.

"Brother of mine time to teach me backstroke."

"Absolutely, let's start by floating."

We floated together for a while.

"Open your eyes and look at the sky. Now see those flags over the pool. "

I stood. "Yes, why are they there?"

"They are the backstroker's friend. Their major purpose it to let the backstroker know the wall is close."

"Keeping eyes open is important and your head back. Chin up. Now watch how I do a stroke. Try not to be a windmill. But reaching out as you come over."

"Ok I've got this."

I took a few strokes and stopped.

"That's actually relaxing."

"My favourite stroke for just that reason. But I have to say I now have a new fav reason for why I like it."

"Are you getting off on my boobs?"

"Absolutely. But think of this, with backstroke those mammaries won't produce drag. You should be faster."

"Well in this bikini yes."

"They still wobble something awesome. But practice for for the moment. We left our goggles in the bag, next time I want to show you some underwater techniques, but for now swim away. I'll watch."

"Perv!"

"You're telling me."

I started off but soon found I hit a wall. Just not the right wall.

"Ow!"

I stood. "Stop laughing."

"You went almost in a circle. Your right hand is obviously doing it stronger than your left."

"Oh, so how do you steer?"

"The trick is to keep your eyes open and hopefully see an object in line with where you are going. I find pool lights helpful for that. There is nothing worse than going fast and hitting a lane rope."

"Well show me smarty. Up and back. Besides I want to perv on my brother now."

I watched. He was sleek, fast and straight. I could see him making minor adjustments. I could also see him spotting.

"Ok smarty, well done."

"It's actually my favourite stroke."

"Not breaststroke."

"Well I've won ribbons for backstroke."

"So the winning a decent set of breasts does not outweigh a few bits of tat?"

"Okay, put that way yes. But only if it's your breasts I'm stroking. But it's time to get out. More hot car coming up."

As I walked up the steps out of the pool, a stranger just fronted up and hugged me. She looked sort of familiar.

"Oh thanks so much." She blurted. "What's your name?"

"Ah Sophie, who are you?"

"Oh sorry, that was a bit forward. I'm Belinda. I was one of the bare breasters from Geurie. I was hoping I would catch you up."

"What you actually followed us here?"

"Well not followed more searched. That car of yours is unique."

Jack came up behind me and cuddled me as we talked.

"I wanted to tell you what happened when you left."

She was excited.

"We won. Mrs McHaughty, not her real name but we all call her that, has been terrorising us at the pool for years. Making snide comments and putting people off. She sort of has a possie of spinsters. I doubt she has ever been fucked. Needs to be."

We laughed. "So what happened?"

"Well we confronted Mr Peters. Told him that a perfectly nice couple had been turned away and frankly it was his business. We would boycott the pool if something wasn't done.

"My friend asked if anyone had ever seen McHaughty swimming. No one had. The pool has a unofficial don't swim, don't need to pay entry. Actually it's against the council policy. All entries the same. Works out her possie have never paid. We were their moral entertainment.

"McHaughty said as much. 'We are here to protect the morals of the town.' Well Peters saw a way out. He asked them to pay or leave.

"They refused so he banned them from the pool. The whole lot of them. For the whole season."

"Shit that's awesome." Jack spoke up.

"All because you were brave. So I wanted to find you and say thanks. We are having a bit of a pool party at late night opening tonight. Our fellas are coming down. Who knows a bit of groping might happen and be allowed for the first time."

"And I caused that? Wow."

"I know some of the girls are heading off to Dubbo to buy new bikinis to celebrate. Where did you get yours?"

"Wagga.

"Tell me where, I'm there next week? I hope they have one the same as yours. I want to fly the flag."

"Well once again we have to get going. We are staying at Cumnock tonight. This car might be unique but it's bloody slow and very hot." Jack said.

"It's why we pool hop."

We both got hugs and thanks again. She walked us to our car. I put a wet towel over the cockpit before we took off, while Jack talked a bit about the car.

"Can I have your number. My hubby does window tinting and other things, I recon he could make this cooler for you."

"Well we'll be at Canowindra for a week from tomorrow night. But he would need to come to us. In this weather it takes us two days to get there."

"That long! You guys are awesome. I'll chat to hubby, James, and we'll be in touch."

Belinda took some photos as we took off. I was driving. I whipped my bikini top off and waved it out the window as I slowly pulled away.

"I'm leaving this off Jack."

"Even through town? You realise it's easy to see in here from any car next to us."

"I don't care. It's amazing to know something good happened from back there."

Jack leaned forward and held my breasts.

"Just keeping you decent darling."

"I bet."

The road to our next pool at Yeovil was through Mount Arthur Reserve. It might have been a mistake as suddenly we were climbing a mountain. Not a big one but in Daisy's terms the steepest she has done so far. We slowed to a chug.

"Just watch the temperature gauge Sophie. We don't want to boil the old girl."

"I think this might add half an hour to our trip Jack."

"The scenery is nice though and it's actually a bit cooler up here."

We finally reached a sort of summit and there was a spot for sight seeing, so we pulled over. Again being a weekday and a back road there was no traffic. Which was lucky, as we could easily have a backup of traffic behind us on a different road.

"I'm not looking forward to the next few challenge stops Sophie, they take us into the heart off the Great Dividing Range and the Blue mountains. This hill is small in comparison."

We hopped out. I was bare breasted. The air was slightly cooler and the wind hardened my nipples.

"Jack can you sunscreen me. I don't want to get burnt."

"I thought you would never ask."

"If you keep up this bare-breasted driving I will loose my bikini line."

"Your bikini line?"

"Yes mine! I'm quite attached to it."

Jack traced it with his sunsceeny fingers. Then he did a lap of my nipples.

"All over Jack. Don't want tan lines that spell out stuff."

"Foiled again."

I turned and did Jack, as he was also topless. True I did slip a hand inside his swimmers and give his hard-on a rub. He was just getting into it when I pulled my hand out.

"We gotta go Big Brother."

"Fuck Sophie no fair."

I hopped in first, which meant Jack had to part climb over me.

"Try not to cum before Cumnock Big Brother."

"Cum - not, impossible."

It was mostly down hill from the lookout which made for pleasant driving but I had to ride the brakes a bit as I could feel the car tilting too much in the corners. A dangerous thing in a three wheeler. Before we pulled into Yeovil, I stopped and made myself decent.

The pool was a welcome relief once again. Being late, the afternoon crowd was bigger. You could say my bikini made a splash. I did score a few Wolf whistles. Where they still a thing? Well they were in the country.

We didn't swim long. But decided to find food for tea before moving on as it was clear that by the time we hit Cumnock the shops were likely shut. We did have plenty of daylight left as daylight savings and a longer evening twilight meant we still had three hours of light left.

I dressed again before we left, meaning the Silverchair T over my swimmers and shorts. Jack also put on a T-shirt.

I would like to say the drive to Cumnock was uneventful. But a cool change was in the air and the sky turned dark. I could see the clouds building in massive billows.

"Sophie this looks bad. We are about to get a big lightning storm hit us."

The sky was turning green. I could sense Jack beginning to panic.

"We need to find somewhere we can park this car, and shelter, fast."

His eyes were scanning the road ahead.

"Yes over there a hay shed. There's a gate."

I could tell he was serious.

"I'll open the gate, you drive through and straight into the shed. I'll leg it behind."

I've not seen him get out so fast. I was through the gate and driving across the paddock to the shed when the rain started. Big drops that soon became small hail.

I nosed into the shed between the bails of hay. I lifted the lid and stood to see Jack running for safety. There was a roar. I couldn't work out what it was.

"Fuck" Jack cried as he grabbed at his back and dived into some loose hay.

"Shit made it."

But I could barely hear him over the roar. Hail as large as golf balls were hurtling down and drumming into the tin roof.

Jack stood and I rushed to him for a massive hug.

"I'm scared."

"We're safe it's ok".

"But will the shed hold up?"

"Yes darling but the roof might have some marks. Just stop and enjoy it. This doesn't happen often."

"Enjoy it!" Jack enfold me in his arms and held my breasts. Next he was kissing my neck.

The adrenaline kicked in and suddenly I got what he meant. We were safe but had front row seats to natures might. I giggled. Next we both giggled. Jack got inspired and threw me onto the pile of loose hay.

Suddenly we were making out. The storm raged as did our storm of passion. His hand as in my shorts and his fingers sought my centre.

"Yes Jack." We kissed and rolled, my hand wrapped around his dick and as our passions increased so did our impending climaxes.

"Fuck Jack, yes, there, deeper."

I felt his finger bend upward and press behind my clit. The storm was loud as was my scream.

"Yes, yes cumming! fuck!"

My hand pumped his hardness and I felt him start to spasm. Just then a lighting bolt struck nearby and there was an instant thunder that rent us mute in our mutual climaxes. Spent we collapsed and the hail moved on down the road.

We lay breathing deeply, laughing and cuddling.

"That was awesome little Sister."

"Shit look at the hail. It's like snow. Big bits of snow."

"Well we will need to wait here a bit. We can't drive over that."

"Jack you're got spunk all up your body again."

Jack grabbed my bra and started to wipe it off along with the attached straw.

"Wait Jack that's not my bra."

"What?" He looked puzzled at the object in his hand.

"Wow it's not, it is too small for you" He checked the label. "Only a B cup."

"Opps, I guess we just made out on someone's love nest. It explains why there was a convenient pile of straw."

"Well I'm going to leave her my sperm to puzzle over." Jack said cheekily as he wiped himself down.

"Do you think it could be her brother?"

"Possible. Who else would be on the farm with her."

"Maybe he comes up here for a wank and has hidden one of her bras."

"More likely she forgot it in a rush to be decent. He would have kept panties."

I looked around. Next to our love bed I noticed also something wedged between the hay bales.

I giggled. "Look condoms. Definitely a love nest."

"Well we certainly added our juices to their pile."

"Bury the bra again. I think we had better leave before we get caught Jack."

"True, but I think that storm would be evidence enough of why we took shelter in the farmers shed."

The ice was melting quickly on the warm ground. So we pushed Daisy out of her haystack. But not before we took some photos to back up our stories of this wild storm. I took one of Jack plastered in hay.

Jack backed up and took a wide shot of the car and me and the ice that was piled along the shed wall. The sky was still green in the background.

"You can drive Jack. I've had enough excitement for the moment. Just be careful of the ice." I went ahead and opened the gate and Jack drove through.

Back on the road Jack took it slow. The hail was limited to certain areas, obviously it was heavier in some places than others. The road was littered with shredded gum leaves, sticks and debris. At one spot we had to drive around a large tree branch that had fallen on the road. Just before town we were halted by a tree right across the road. Two farmers were there with chainsaws working to remove it. Jack hopped out, retrieved his runners from the back shelf, then went and helped.

It took a while. But I enjoyed the crisp cooler air. It had that post storm smell that invigorated the soul. Or maybe it was the sex we just shared. I rang our accomodation ahead and let them know we were coming.

Once cleared Jack pulled down our lid and drove carefully through. Then he laughed.

"You were right. It was a brother and sister."

"How do you know?"

"Because Harold, the bigger of the two, asked how we had not written off our car in that storm. Both their trucks had hail damage.

"I explained we hightailed it to a hay shed just off the road. It worked out it was his shed. He congratulated me on bright thinking. Also commented that that explained the hay in my hair.

"I asked him if he had family. He said two kids, well the lad was probably my age and the girl a year and a half older.

"He asked what we were doing travelling in Daisy. I gave him the edited version.

'Should send my two kids off on something like that they might grow up some.' He said."

We laughed as we pulled up in front of our diggs for the night.

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Jack

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The shed at Cumnock was sort of a shed attached to the end of a restored church. We were greeted warmly and they inquired how we survived the storm. So our tale got told again. They knew the farm, and the shed, and the young adults who lived there. But then they knew everyone in Cumnock.

I wanted to ask about the name of the town, but given its innuendo. I decided googling was better. We were bushed. It had been a long day. So when the obligatory orientation was over we bid them goodnight.

We were planning to be off early in the morning to avoid some of the heat. Because, although the cool change had come through, it would be back to very hot by the afternoon. But also I was keen to get to Canowindra asap.

We had both only recently had our sexual needs met. I have to say it was wild, dramatic and may probably never happen that way again. Because shit, cumming at the same time as a very close thunder clap was awesome. But we decided on a good night's sleep first, and maybe play in the morning.

We chatted about our day and all it's drama as we snuggled together. We didn't shower. Sophie wanted to smell our sex as she slept.

Morning was heralded by the galvanised iron that lined the outside of the shed creaking, as it warmed with the sun. During the night I had heard possums scampering over the roof.

The inside of the room was fully lined and the air conditioner kept us cool. There was a mosquito net hanging over the bed, old style. Once bitten twice shy. We definitely used that.

I hopped out to go to the loo. As I sat on the can I looked up the origins of Cumnock. Wow interesting. It gave me an idea. As I climbed back into bed Sophie stirred and greeted me with a kiss.

"Ohh I love you Jack, but I think we need a shower. Come on."

This place was definitely rustic. I started the shower while Sophie emptied her bladder.

"I love the rusty iron walls Jack, but I'm glad we are not fucking yet. Imagine you banging me up against that corrugated iron."

I started to harden at the idea.

"Oh see you are imagining it. Crap I am now too."

"You still have hay in your hair Soph."

"Well then wash it dear Jack."

There is something sexy about washing your girl's hair. Maybe it was the suds lubricating my cock on her pert butt. Or perhaps it is the finger tips massaging the scalp and the groans of pleasure emanating from my sister. Or the purr of contentment of shared intimacy. But perhaps the trust a sister gives a brother that is more than just getting it done at the Salon. Whatever it was, fuck was sexy.

"Now I'll do yours Jack. But can you kneel.

"And put my face in your pussy? - Sure."

She whacked my head which sent my nose directly into her clit.

She kept it there as she shampooed me up.

"Fuck little Sister, here I was thinking that this hair washing was intimate and sexy."

"It is."

"Sorry can't use my tongue. Too much soap."

"Your nose is fine."

"Can't talk ei..." splutter splutter spit, "yuk soap."

So my nose it was. I had to breath through it as well but was I complaining. Yes I was, if I could. I decided not to fight it but to enjoy her massage of my scalp. My cock was rock hard and aching.

Once finished with my hair I stood.

"Wait I haven't cum yet Jack."

"Good I have something else planned for you minx."

We washed each other quickly. I sensed my little Sister wanted me to bring her to completion. Under the rinsing shower I lapped at the hollow of her underarm.

"There's my little Cumnock."

"Don't tease Jack."

I spun her around and did the other underarm with my tongue.

"See Cumnocks abound."

I turned off the shower and started to dry Sophie. I lifted an arm.

"Goody another Cumnock."And I suckled her elbow inside.

She started giggling.

"What does Cumnock mean?"

I did the other arm's soft inside of the joint.

"I'm going to lick, kiss and suckle every Cumnock on your body Sister, minx. Until you guess. But by then you may not want me to stop."

"Fuck Jack, I'm so horny already."

Took her hand and licked her palm.

"Shit Jack."

Then the hollow at her wrist. I used my tongue to caress that sensitive spot.

"God that's sexy."

"Go with that thought." I attacked the other palm and wrist slowly.

I pulled her to me and tongued the back of her ears, her eye hollows, her nose crease, her neck under her chin. Then the hollow at the front of her throat.

"Shit I'm cumming Jack. God hold me up, crap. How did you do that? Is that a Cumnock? Licking my sensitive spots till I cum."

I grinned. "No. I shall continue."

With that I carried her to the bed and gently put her down on her stomach. I started at the back of her neck. I lingered on the gap between her shoulder blades then under the shoulder blades.