Be advised, somehow this story got away from me and ended up being way longer than I'd planned. Over 30 thousand words! It is a complete work of fiction. Everything about it is completely made up, including the town and location. All characters involved in sexual acts are over the age of eighteen. I hope you enjoy, and as always comments are welcome, both good and bad.
Gravel crunched under my feet as I wandered around the front yard, my mind once again wondering why my parents had chosen this place to settle down in so long ago. It's a small one-horse town in the middle of nowhere, which is surrounded by miles and miles of more nowhere. If you stood at the edge of town and gazed off into the distance, all you would see would be endless miles of desert, scattered with sagebrush, juniper trees and the occasional Joshua tree. If your eyes were good enough you would be able to see where the flatness turned to rolling hills.
The main industry in this little slice of paradise is the rock quarry just a few miles north of town where my father and I both work, along with most of the menfolk in town. My mother and my older sister are both employed at the local beauty salon, mom being a hairdresser while my sister specializes in nails. The opportunities for employment around here are pretty limited.
My sister just recently moved back in with my parents and I after her marriage fell apart. As soon as she'd turned eighteen she married Brad Worthington, much to the disapproval of our parents. I later discovered that he'd promised to take her away from this dust-covered shithole; apparently a promise he had no intention of keeping. That wasn't the reason their marriage ended though. I guess after almost three years of hearing rumors about Brad sleeping around with anyone that wore a skirt finally took its toll.
"Let's go Bree," I hollered toward the house in hopes of getting my sister to hurry up. Her name is actually Brianna, but we all call her Bree, and at the ripe old age of twenty-one she thought she knew everything. Something that I chuckled about since she was only two years older than me.
"Don't get your panties in a bunch," I heard her shout back.
Shacking my head in exasperation I started to take inventory of the contents piled into the back of my old jeep. Toolbox, check. Five-gallon jerry can of gas strapped into mounts on the back, check. My two-person sleeping bag, check. Actually, the sleeping bag was already in there, and has been since the last time my ex-girlfriend and I had gone off-roading. Shortly after that her family just up and left town, leaving me without an outlet for my over-active hormones. That had been almost a month ago. My hand has been getting quite the workout since then.
"Give me a hand with this Leroy," I heard my sister call out, knowing full well that I hated being called that. Although it was my given name, I preferred to go by Lee.
Placing my wallet and phone into the glove box I turned toward the house, a scowl on my face, and saw her pulling our family-sized ice chest through the front door by the handle out onto the porch. My eyes widened at the sight. She was bent over with her back to me wearing one of the shortest skirts I've ever seen her wear. I mean seriously, I could just about see the bottom swell of her ass cheeks. Instantly my cock showed its appreciation at the sight. I should have been repulsed by my body's reaction. I mean, who in their right mind gets aroused by their own sister? Instead, I just stood there, my cock making an obscene bulge in my jeans. When she stood and turned toward me I saw her eyes drift down toward my crotch. They lingered there for a few seconds before she looked up, an odd smile on her face.
"Well perv, are you gonna help or not?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips and tapping her foot.
Stepping up on the porch I appraised her wardrobe choice once more. For a top she'd chosen to wear a dark green tube top, the stretchy material pressed snuggly against her ample tits. I could see her nipples pushing against the fabric. The short green plaid skirt rode low on her hips and barely went six inches passed her crotch. I could see her well-defined abs between the top and the skirt. The only practical thing she was wearing was her hiking boots and thick green socks.
"That's what you're wearing?" I asked in my most disapproving tone.
The reason for my disapproval was because we were planning to go off-roading, and what she had on just didn't fit with that activity.
"Yeah," she said, her deep brown eyes shooting me a look that said I'd better not say anything bad about her outfit.
Shaking my head, I picked up the cooler with a grunt and headed toward the jeep while saying, "Jesus Bree, what do you have in this thing?" I heard her chuckling reply as I hoisted the cooler into the back of the jeep.
"Just something to drink, and lots of ice."
After situating the cooler, I turned to face her and said, "You're going to burn."
"I don't burn, you know that," she stated as she headed toward the passenger side of the jeep.
Begrudgingly I had to admit she was right. In all the years of growing up together I've never seen her get a sunburn. I on the other hand wasn't so fortunate. I guess it was because we were spitting images of our parents. My father and I are both tall, wiry, and fair-skinned. On the flip side our mother, whom Brianna mirrors, is quite statuesque, well endowed in the boob department, with a more Mediterranean complexion. Each have smoldering brown eyes, raven colored hair that drapes down past their shoulders, and stand nearly as tall as dad and me, which is impressive since we are both six feet tall. If you put my sister and mother side by side you'd swear that they were sisters, at least you would've a week ago. Now, thanks to mom, Brianna was sporting a new hairdo. Instead of her hair being straight, it was now a mass of tight curly ringlets flowing down to her shoulders. The urge to tease her by calling her Shirley Temple was strong, but I knew better. Bree really wasn't known for her sense of humor.
Recently my dad helped me put on a four-inch lift kit and as I watched Brianna climb into the jeep I took notice of things a brother shouldn't be noticing. Things like how long and toned her legs were, and how her breasts jiggled under the tight tube top. Just as she slipped into place I got a quick glimpse of her right ass cheek. It too looked quite toned. With unbrotherly thoughts racing through my brain, I climbed in and fired up the jeep, my eyes taking a quick look at her legs again.
"Buckle up sis," I said, snapping my lap belt in place and throwing the jeep in gear.
For forty minutes we listened to the over-sized tires sing on the asphalt, conversation impossible with the wind whipping all around us. With each bump in the road I couldn't help but sneak glances at my sister's tits. The way they bounced had my cock staying in a semi-rigid state, while my mind continuously chastised the perverted side of me.
My intentions were to head for a place called Breakers Point, but as we rolled along something off to my left caught my eye. Bree let out a yelp when I slammed on the brakes a little harder than I intended. If it weren't for her lap belt she would've kissed the windshield.
"What the hell, Leroy?" she barked, shooting a confused, angry look my way.
"Hold on, I thought I saw something," I replied as I put the jeep in reverse and slowly started backing up, my eyes glued off into the distance.
"What?" she asked.
"I'm not sure. It was shiny. See if you can spot it," I answered as I scanned the far-off hills.
A few seconds later Bree shouted, "There, I see it!"
Braking, a little softer this time, I glanced to where she was pointing. At first I didn't see anything, but when I leaned forward slightly I spotted what had caught my attention. Off in the distance it looked as if something was gleaming in the sunlight. I could tell that it was quite a ways away since it was up in the hills. I glanced at Bree with a cocked eyebrow as if to say, "What do you think?"
"Go for it!" she said enthusiastically.
