NOTE: Different perspectives (Third Person, and switching off of characters). This is my first time posting my work on an erotic space, please be kind. Enjoy!
*Third Person*
It was a breezy spring day and the family was planning to go for a little road trip. To visit some family. Lacey and Ryan were sitting at the back of the car, windows all the way down, both lost in their own worlds. Driving was Lacey's stepfather and beside him, Lacey's mother.
Lacey's full attention was on as the car passed some lands, she snapped a couple pictures from her phone. A present from her stepbrother. Little did Lacey know, he was tapped to her phone. Lacey wasn't the goody two shoes she was seen as. Ryan took this to his advantage yet he didn't anything with anyone. Lacey was his. And his only.
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(still third person)
The family was already in Colorado. Their hometown was Manhattan, New York and they were heading to Los Angeles, California. They were a stop at a relative's house for picking up some cousins. The family's car was small, and the back seat was designed for four, maybe five. Three relatives were coming in. Problem was Lacey wasn't thin. Lacey had wide hips and just a body any man would never want to keep his hands off. Meaning, Lacey ended up sitting up on Ryan's lap.
* Lacey *
Through the door pushed some cousins of Ryan. I kept scooting over till the point Ryan and I were pressed together tightly. I was a bit uncomfortable as my hips were pinched by their boney hips. I tapped Ryan's shoulder, hoping he'd wake up. His head turned towards me and our lips brushed.
"Yes, Lace?" His nickname for me made my thoughts run. Now I was unsure whether I should ask him. He seemed pretty annoyed that I awoke him.
"Can I sit on your lap? My hips hurt." I said quietly, not trying to offend the girls beside me. He smirked and pushed his bag off his lap.
"Hop on." I slipped onto his lap and sighed in relief. I was no longer pinched. Besides, Ryan is really comfortable. He was currently wearing a pair of black sweats and a college sweater. His black curls reached the top of his forehead and his green eyes twinkle. His lush pink lips were puckered. I had always had a crush on him. He was well, still is my dream boy. Even if he were my older stepbrother, I would love to get him to bed me.
I shook the thoughts away as I began to feel myself get moist. I hope he didn't feel it.
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It was night time and we had to take a stop at a motel. Mom and Dad ordered a room, and so did the identical triplets. As I watched them go out the door, I was amazed. They were babes. Wild curly red hair stumbled down their backs and their blue eyes were dull. They were slim yet their breasts were their biggest feature. They wore low cut shirts, which let their cleveage show and their large pink nipple be seen. I could feel myself throbbing now. I quickly hopped off Ryan's lap and sat beside him.
"Are you two sure you want to stay here? We can share the room. Honey?" My mom asked again.
"I'll be fine, mom. I promise. And Ryan will be here and he'll protect me." I looked over to the already sleeping boy. Dammit.
"Okay Hun." Her lips pursed. "I'll be only a couple feet away. Call me if you need me." She tossed me the keys and soon disappeared into the dim lighted house.
I placed the keys in my pockets and soon settled into my spot by Ryan.
"You know I could feel you." His raspy voice suddenly spoke. Making me jump. I looked at him, in the dim light. Unsure what he meant.
"When you were sitting on my lap. When you had a little daydream, and then when the girls were leaving." My mouth was gaped and thank goodness the car was dark. My cheeks were burning from embarassment.
"What did you feel?" I dared to ask. I bit down on my lip.
"You were wet." He answered simply.
"How could you know? Maybe it was -" I began to defend myself but he interrupted.
"Oh please." He grapped my hand and placed it over the spot I sat. It was moist. I closed my eyes and held back a moan as my hand also fell over his member.
"Well I can feel you too." I gripped it in my hand and gave it a little squeeze then pulled my hand away. Surprised with myself. He chuckled and pulled me on top of him. He grounded his hips into my parted legs and the moan slipped.
"Can you still feel me now?" He grinded harder. Holding my hips in place.
"Yes," I coughed up. "Stop it. I don't like it." I tried to wiggle away, only causing more friction.
"Oh really?" His big hands gripped my breasts tightly. He pulled upon their tips until they became tightened - hard. "Your nipples say otherwise."
I took this advantage and sat by the window.
"Leave me alone." I said crossing my arms. He laughed and began to grope me again.
