When Tom next stopped for gas, Missy made up an excuse about spilling soda on her shirt and got a clean one out of her bag. Watching herself use the soiled shirt to wipe the remnants of Frank's dried semen from her breasts in the restroom mirror, she felt a renewed surge of naughtiness wash over her. Realizing that she didn't feel any shame or embarrassment over what her and her brothers had done, she couldn't help wondering why. Contemplating this as she rinsed the shirt out, she decided that she was too tired to figure it out.
Putting on the clean shirt, she headed out into the store where her brothers were waiting, Taking the soda Jason offered her with a coy smile, a little tingle made her blush.
As the three brothers escorted her back out to the car, a wave of fear rushed through her when she saw their father staring at them with a curious expression. Like most girls, her daddy was her hero and the last thing she wanted to do was disappoint him. Fearing that he knew what had happened, she now did experience a twinge of shame. If it hadn't been for her brothers around her, forcing her to keep walking, she might have stopped in her tracks and maybe even broke down in tears. But a second later their father's lips curled into the familiar smile that he got when seeing his kids together.
Telling the four of them that he was heading in to use the restroom, Tom did just that. As he relieved himself, a thought kept nagging at him. When the kids had been walking out, something about them seemed different. Missy always had a kind of innocent shyness about her, but he thought she acted a little shyer and a little less innocent. And the boys all had a little strut in their step, especially Frank. Knowing how tired he was, he decided it was all in his imagination. Then he thought about how tired the kids must be. He knew it couldn't be easy getting any sleep in the cramped backseat. He had even noticed Missy laying down across the boy's laps in an attempt to get comfortable.
Between this last stop and their arrival, Missy again sat on Jason's lap and rested her head in her arms propped against her mother's headrest. Tuckered out by the time and events, she managed to doze in and out, but nothing that could be considered actual sleep.
Pulling off the highway, Tom called his brother-in-law for an update. Bob told him that while they had been driving Jessie had undergone a couple hours of surgery. She was now stabilized and in her own hospital room. Knowing what his wife would want, Tom didn't bother waking Carol until they were in the hospital's parking lot. Then he filled her in on the plan that he and Bob had put together.
Her brother Jay had gotten into town hours earlier and was at the house with Jessie and Bob's two young daughters. Since the hospital had a limit on the number of visitors allowed at once, Bob would go home to get a few hours of sleep while Carol went in and sat with her sister. Meanwhile, Tom and the kids would go to a motel and get some sleep themselves. Before heading out, they all waited by Bob's truck so the kids could give their uncle a hug.
Their annual visits were always budgeted for and they usually got three motel rooms. With this trip being unplanned and not knowing how long they would be staying, Tom only got two doubles this time: one for him and the boys, the other for Carol and Missy. Laying down on one of the beds, he quickly fell into a deep slumber, barely noticing Frank lying next to him.
Before laying down, Missy took a shower. As tired as she was, she went through the process of washing her hair and running the soapy washcloth over her petite body on auto-pilot. Walking back out into the room, she dug a clean pair of pink panties out of her bag and slipped them on. Like most of her panties, these had thin sides that rode high on her hips and dove in a sharp vee down the front to cover her special place, the back running across the middle of her taut asscheeks. Pulling out a sleeping shirt, she also pulled out the one soiled by her brother's semen.
Why did we? Why did I? The question echoed with the memory of the events in the car.
Deciding that she was too tired to find the answer, she slipped the clean shirt on. The room's air conditioning had her little, pink nipples semi-erect and as the material brushed across them, they tingled slightly. Crawling under the bed's covers and resting her head on the pillow, she quickly fell into a deep slumber.
It was just past noon when Tom's phone rang. Snatching it up from the table between the beds, he checked the caller ID.
"Hello," he grumbled, accepting the call.
"You get enough sleep? The girls are excited to see their cousins," Jay told him.
"Yea," Tom said, getting out of the bed and walking toward the bathroom.
Jay suggested they meet at a nearby restaurant where they could all get something to eat and plan the rest of the day.
"Sounds good. Give us an hour." Tom agreed, turning on the shower and hanging up.
After showering, he woke the boys and told them the plan.
"I get the shower first." Jason jumped up.
"Make it quick," Tom said, making sure they knew he was addressing all three of them.
"I'll wake Missy." Frank picked up his phone.
Answering her brother's call, Missy told him that she had showered before going to sleep and would be ready in a few minutes. Brushing her hair out and pulling it back into a tight ponytail, she felt a familiar excitement running along her nerves at the anticipation of seeing her Uncle Jay. Tall and ruggedly good looking, he was smart, witty, and always made her feel good about herself.
In addition to teaching her daughter about lingerie, Carol had also taught her to embrace her body. So, the bra she put on not only matched her panties, it also didn't have any padding that would disguise the true nature of her pert, B-cup breasts. Over this she slipped on a snuggly fitting concert t-shirt her uncle had given her. She then paired it with a skating skirt that showed off her hips and tiny ass without being clingy, a pair of knee-high socks, and tennis shoes. Heading out to the car, she found her dad and Jason waiting.
