^_^ All are over the age of 18 years of age. Names have been changed ^_^
My fellow siblings and I meet for a road trip every year. We all meet up at our folk's home, chat about where we haven't been, or go back to one of the many places we've been to and see again. Then we pack a bag and go to that place. You know, from experience with any of your friends, a road trip is filled with all sorts of talking topics brought up as you drive for hours on end. We tend not to talk about some things, like politics. But, if the topic does come up, it's not discussed for long.
It always feels like I'm road-tripping with friends, then Siblings--loads of jokes, thought-provoking conversations, sex topics, and so forth. However, on this year's road trip, we didn't have our Brother, Shawn, and baby sister, Jennie. It was just me and James. It wasn't like we didn't want them to join us, far from it. Jennie was expecting her first child, and Shawn, a US Marine, was deployed on board a Naval ship. So, in other words, he was out in the middle of nowhere ocean.
So, it was just James and me going out to see the beautiful American countryside. At 32 years old, I stand about 5 4, with pretty eyes--or at least that's what a few of my Exes would say about my eye color--deep blue eyes. I'm a natural 34DD. I am not as perky as I was before. I had a child or two, so the girls have sagged over the years. Furthermore, I also own a few tattoos.
James, he's 6'1", has an average build, and stays in shape as best he can. He lost his lower legs in Iraq 03. Not sure how big his cock is. It was a good size all around and put to shame to my Dead husband. But I'm getting ahead of myself with the story.
The first few hours of the drive were nice. We saw what nature had to offer. So much beauty, but that didn't last long. A huge storm hit us within an hour of entering South Datoka. It didn't help us much that we entered into this storm at night. It was a storm. Heavy rain made the road slick and hard to see; the wind made the car shake, the lighting flashed like a techno club, and much more. But we managed to get to Sioux Falls, and thank god, James was at the wheel. His Military training had saved us both.
James drove us to the nearest motel. It was pouring down like cats and dogs. Leaving the car made things annoying. First, we got soaked to the bone; second, all but one room wasn't booked and only had one bed; and third, all communications were down due to the storm. I cursed under my breath, yet James stated his annoyance aloud. I stepped up, rubbed his back, and smiled at him.
"James," I softly said, "As you told me about bad days, it could be a lot worse than this."
"Yeah," he returned as he drew out his wallet to pay for the room. "We could've had this shit storm while deployed."
Seeing him smile, given all that he's been through in his life and during his time in the Army, made me and, no doubt, James happy. I'm not a psychiatrist, but I did go with James to the Veteran Affairs Hospital for several doctor appointments and learned a few things to help keep his spirits up.
We exited out of the main lobby and headed to our room. Getting soaked a second time around just made us feel worse. It was cold and dark, with a street light orange all around. To say we were tired as fuck, is an understatement after walking in that rain storm. We were cold and wet; it wasn't as fun as some would say. But we just decided to leave our bags in the car and get them tomorrow if the weather changes.
Of course, as we walked to our shared room, we made jokes about all this. I didn't know that the word sucks, came in so many phrases. Sure, I knew fuck could be used in saying every point of a paragraph, but suck. Wow. It must be an Army thing, or James was just being nice and not using fuck as much.
