"Time to wake up, sleepyheads!" my dad exclaimed loudly as we pulled off the interstate to our exit. Everyone must have dozed off as dad drove, because as I looked around, I saw my step-mom and step-sister blinking their eyes open and stretching as best as they could in the cramped car.
We've been road tripping around the country for the last two weeks, just to get from the west coast to the east coast. "One last family road trip before you two go off to college!" was how my dad and step-mom had sold the trip to my step-sister and I. The final stop was in Florida, where our parents had decided we would spend a week visiting beaches, hitting the theme parks, and taking a breather before they drop my step-sister and I off at our respective colleges.
A few minutes later, our car and the trailer full of my step-sister's and my belongings sat parked in front of a poorly lit motel. "This place looks like a dump," I thought to myself as I climbed out of the car and started pulling our suitcases from the trunk. I knew we were on a budget and we weren't planning on spending a lot of time in the rooms anyway, but I had a weird feeling about this place as I looked around. My dad had already gone inside to check us into our hotel rooms, whistling as he walked inside, leaving the three of us to pull suitcases out of the trunk and wait until he came back with the room keys.
My step-mom and step-sister were quietly chatting on the other side of the car as my dad walked out shaking his head. I knew that sign. He was about to break some bad news to us.
"Sorry gang, but it seems that there was a mix up with the motel. I could have sworn I booked a room with double beds in it for the two of you," he said indicating towards my step-sister and I, "but it seems like they only have single queen beds in each of the rooms here."
"No worries, Dad, I can sleep on the couch in our room and Michelle can take the bed," I responded, trying not to feel irritated at the situation.
"Well, that's the other thing..." my dad started. "The rooms each have the same set up: a bed, a table with chairs, and a built in dresser with TV on top and a side table area as a desk. No couches or anything. And before you ask, I already checked about a folding cot. It seems those are usually available but all of them are already in use this week."
"Whatever, it's fine, we'll share a bed. We can put a pillow between us and it won't be a big deal!" my step-sister said before I had a chance to voice my frustration and ask that we move to a different hotel.
My dad handed keys over to each my step-sister and I before grabbing his suitcases and waving my step-mom over as they walked towards their room while saying goodnight to us. I looked at my step-sister, who shrugged and started rolling her suitcase towards our room, right next to our parents room. "This blows" I thought to myself as I followed her, rolling my eyes as I realized that I faced a week of no jerking off in privacy while sharing a bed with my own step-sister.
It wasn't that bad, I guess. My step-sister and I were the same age: 18. Our parents met when we were younger, thanks to a school field trip, both newly single and struggling with single parenthood. They hit it off and eventually ended up remarrying, making Michelle and I step-siblings.
I was to stay in Florida to go to college while my sister was going to North Carolina for college. Our parents were right that we should try to make the most of this trip, because it might be a while before we were all together under one roof again.
My step-sister was quiet and introverted, preferring to have her nose in a book rather than playing sports or getting involved in school clubs. It wasn't uncommon to see her lounging by our pool reading while she tanned, wearing a bikini that showed off her soft, plump body and her hair in a messy bun on the top of her head. Despite being a bookworm, my step-sister had a close circle of friends and a boyfriend, all of whom she spent time with regularly. I wasn't sure, but I thought that at least one of her friends, if not her boyfriend, was going to be attending the same college as her in the fall.
I, on the other hand, was fairly popular at school. I didn't play any sports, but I was on the weightlifting team and had a toned body that got me a lot of attention from the ladies. Despite the popularity and ladies, I remained a virgin, having only received hasty blowjobs or handjobs from my girlfriend as we tried to hide our sexual relationship from her parents. When I told my girlfriend that I was going to college on the east coast, she broke up with me right there. I didn't mind, of course, she was right that a long distance relationship would just stifle us from having the "great college experience" that we were promised by parents, teachers and all the other adults in our lives. It was a clean and easy break, with both of us promising to stay friends and meet up anytime I was back in town visiting my parents.
My family took over a week to get from Washington state down to Florida, staying in crappy motels and sightseeing along the way. We always got two rooms so our parents could have privacy and my step-sister & I could have... well. No privacy. It wasn't a big deal, because at least we'd always had separate beds and I could sneakily jerk off after she fell asleep at night. But now? We had one bed to share and there was no way I wouldn't wake her up jerking off at night.
"This sucks," I said out loud as we closed the door behind us in our room, taking a look around as I closed the curtains that overlooked the parking lot.
"Tell me about it!" my step-sister said, commiserating with me. At least I wasn't the only one complaining about sharing a bed. Something about the way she looked when said it softened my annoyance a little bit. At least we'd be miserable together...