So here I am, living in Florida. I get a phone call from my sister Taylor.
"Hi Dylan, guess what! I'm sick of it up here in NY and I've decided it's time... I'm moving down to Florida to live with my twin brother!!!"
I was ecstatic. I've been trying to convince her to move down here for years, knowing that she would love it. I have a 3 bedroom house with a pool and it's just me and my dog. So the help with the mortgage would be greatly appreciated, not to mention her keeping the place clean. She is a neat freak.
My sister and I are actually twins. This has been both good and bad for the both of us as we were in our adolescent years. Good, because we had the security of going through life together, we united and joined forces against our parents when they would come down hard on us, so that we would not have to face punishment alone. We shared the same friends as well, which could be looked at as both good and bad. She didn't exactly like me hitting on and dating her friends all the time and I didn't like all my buddies hitting on her all the time. Yes, it's a double standard, but I didn't care.
So we had our good times and our bad times, but we are now 25 and as close as ever before. We continuously have conversations about the opposite sex and offer each other advice. So things are absolutely great between us.
To let you know what Taylor looks like, she is a hazel eyed brunette with striking features. She is about 5'5, guessing 115lbs. She has perky B size breasts, a flat stomach, and a bouncy little ass from plenty of lunges and squats.
I am also hazel eyed and brown haired. Height 5'10, 220 lbs. Mostly muscle, but can't shake the love handles. I have terrible eating habits.
Well, I won't drag this out with all the boring details. Basically, I fly up to NY, we pack up the uhual with the help of our friends and away we go. It's a long, slow, and boring drive. Taylor and I talk and catch up on every little detail about the others life; recent dates, work, and several other topics of discussion.
Then as day falls into night and we continue pulling shifts so that we can get to Florida in record time. It's about midnight, Taylor is sleeping, and I'm bored just staring at the empty dark road. Well, being a guy, when bored, think of sex! Hmmm, which recent or past girlfriend shall cross my mind? I run through the black book in my head, Sheila, Michelle, Debbie?
Taylor then stirs in her sleep. She is laying down in the long uhaul seat, her head facing my way. She shifts from her side onto her back. My first thought is, "god, she looks uncomfortable" I then notice that her shirt has pulled to one side and I can see quite and ample amount of cleavage coming from the loose, V-neck t-shirt she is wearing.
I look back at the road, just to make sure I'm not veering off, and then back to that beautiful view. I've always thought of my sister as a woman of beauty and have wondered how she looked naked. But here I am getting hard glancing at the swell of her breast. I find myself wanting to see more. Unfortunately my only light sources are the streets lights that pass every 10 seconds. So after getting those quick glances every 10 seconds and getting pretty frustrated at my lack of vision. I quickly flip on the cab light, get a good look, and flip it off real quick. Scared she might wake up from the sudden light. She didn't stir; she's always been a deep sleeper, but not a deep-deep sleeper. So I do it again and stare for a long time. The top swell of her one breast is just amazing. My dick is instantly hard.
"mmmmmmwwwwwwrrrrrraaaaaaaaaawwwwwww!!!!!!" the tires screams! Wake up call!!!!
I suddenly realize I slid off the road and hit the grooves in the shoulder that are specifically designed for motorist who may get sleepy and stray off the road.
I quickly get back on the road, straighten out and flip off the cab light. Taylor then sits up tired eyed and smiles, then asks, "Guess you're getting sleepy".
I quickly agree so that she doesn't think anything else could make me swerve off the road, but shrugged it off telling her I got my wake up call and I'm fine. She says, "nonsense, pull over and we'll switch. Besides I have to pee".
I told her I'll find a gas station, but she tells me don't bother and grabs her tissue box. So I pull to the side right under a street lamp so any oncoming cars can see us. I've seen to many videos of cops getting taken out by oncoming cars during a routine traffic stop.
I hop out the driver side, stretch, and then walk over to the passenger side preparing to take a piss myself. Whoa, here we go again! "Jeez, Taylor! What are you doing? I thought you'd walk out of sight a little, but here you are right up against the truck with your shorts pulled down!" She actually put her back up against the wall of the truck, had her shorts down to her knees, and squatted. From my viewpoint I could clearly see the curve of her hip and ass and the stream of pee coming out between her legs.
She just giggled and said, "What? I'm not venturing out into that dark and besides, no one else is here."
I just laughed with her and threw up my hands. She then began to wipe her slit as I stalled and gawked in utter astonishment. From the side view, I couldn't even see her "V", but damn I was trying. She then pulled her panties and shorts up in one shot and the show was over.
I then told her I had to go as well and started walking toward the darkness. She then yelled, "Don't go too far; I want to be able to see you!"
"See me?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'll get scared if I can't see you"
Oh...Not what I thought she meant. So I was on the fringe of light from the street lamp and unzipped to piss. Shit...She got me hard again. Oh well, here comes the "yellow arch". So, I'm pissing and all of a sudden Taylor starts laughing.
I look over my shoulder and ask what's so funny.
"Nice geyser there big boy! WooooooHoooooo!"
Awww crap, she can see the spray thanks to the glows of the street lamp. I didn't think she could.
So I finally finish, walk back and hop into the cab of the uhaul. She is still giggling. Then teasingly says, "Happy to see me Big boy"
I quickly retort, "I was thinking about an ex-girlfriend while I was driving. You know, I was bored and sleepy, so trying to keep myself awake. So I thought about sex."
"Uuuuh Huh", she cheekily said and smiled at me till I smiled back and we just laughed, "Get some sleep funny brother and dream about fucking a hot piece of ass.
3 hours later we were nearing home and the early morning light was coming in. I groggily looked at my sister and asked how she was doing.
"As well as can be." she said.
"Need me to take over for the last stretch?"
"Ok, that would be nice. I have to pee again. It's no longer dark, so we'll find a bathroom this time." She said with a smirk.