One of the best birthdays I had ever had.
At the end of the evening it was decided my lovely sister was a bit too drunk to drive. Everyone wanted to give her a ride, and in the exuberance, for which I – the letch of letches in the group – defended my sisters honor and stated unequivocally that I would be her driver.
I mean it didn’t really matter, I could have slunk off to her house later in the evening, but the prize was mine now not later, and our path was established. In her tipsy bliss she was hanging off me now, touching my nose calling me sweet and every lewd behavior that seems innocent because it is with her big brother.
So I wrapped my arm around her waist and lead her out, everyone saying their goodbyes (and whispering their god dams at a lost opportunity). I opened the door for her like a gentleman (and I’ll add I had never before opened a door for my sister) and hoisted her into my pickup. When I got to the other side she had already slid to the middle. I got in and she snuggled up, gripping my arm and laid her head on my shoulder. I was looking around to see if anyone could see us, but at the same time realizing that we were still exhibiting what could be considered fairly typical brother and sister behavior. Plus, she was drunk.
She reached with her finger and brushed my nose.
Giggling, “You have been so bad tonight. Sooooo bad.”
She is leaning close, and I press her back so she is sitting upright, “We are still in the driveway.”
I quickly back out and get onto the road. She arcs her hand across my thigh holding me with the flat of her hand as I drove. I needed gas so I stopped at the station on the way, and she followed me in, or I should say weaved her way into the station behind me as I go in to pre-pay. So we get up to the counter, my sister leaning on me, my arm around her, her hair is fallen down around my shoulder. Snuggling. Thankfully this is a big enough town that no body knows us. And it dawns on me that everyone here thinks she is my girlfriend. If they only knew. I bought her a coke, sober her up realizing she is not really all that tipsy, and I believed it to be part of her game to get us out of the house together.
So, the ride home!
She immediately returned to snuggling. And as I turn back to the road Sasha says, “Am I making you hard?” eying the lump in my jeans. As she said that, reached across and gripped my cock through my jeans. No one is saying anything now, her hand stroking the length of me. “Hmmmm someone is happy.” She flips her hair back over her shoulder. “So how are you and Katie doing?”
She meant it nice but it kind of came out mean. Now what do you say when your bitch in heat sister asks about your now girlfriend, or more or less girlfriend considering she’s who I am sleeping with. This is dangerous ground. Anyway, I keep watching the road, Sasha is still stroking my cock.
I considered my words carefully and answer, “Same, same, she’s Ok.”
“Same, same? You sleeping with her?”
“Not recent….” She still has my cock, and gives it a squeeze. And there is an agonizing moment, my heart thumping in my chest. Change the subject, “Let me tell you all the things I won’t do to you?”