Carolyn leaned her head on the front seat, staring through the window at the road, her eyes still sleepy. She glanced at her mother's thighs. With a sigh, Carolyn sat back again.

Ricky was sprawled on his back, his head at an awkward angle, one leg on the seat, the other on the floorboard.

Carolyn giggled suddenly.

"Something funny?" Peggy asked.

"You should look at Ricky, Mother."

"What's wrong with Ricky?" Peggy asked, swinging her head about to glance at her son.

Carolyn pointed. "See?"

Peggy's breath caught in her throat. Her son had a hard-on. It was pressing against his jeans, long and hard. She could see the size of it, and she was surprised. The car wobbled, and she looked ahead, but just as quickly she turned to look at his protruding cock again. Carolyn was gazing at it, too, her blue eyes sparkling, a smile on her sweet mouth.

"I wonder what Ricky is dreaming about," Carolyn said. "Must be a wild dream, huh, Mother?"

"You shouldn't look at your brother that way," Peggy, said, wanting to stare at him. "He can't help it when he's asleep."

"I like it," Carolyn said unexpectedly.

"Carolyn!" Peggy gasped.

"Well, I do," Carolyn replied, pouting cutely. "I bet he plays with it a lot, don't you, Mother?"

"God, where did I ever get such a daughter?" Peggy asked, rolling her eyes.

"Same place you got a son, I'd say," Carolyn replied, laughing softly. "I'd think you'd know at your age, Mother."

"Pull your dress down," Peggy said. "What if your brother woke up and saw you that way?"

"I don't care," Carolyn said. "It's so damned hot in here, I wish I could take my clothes off."

Peggy wished the same thing, but for a different reason. "It will be very cool in just a little while."

"Are we going to stop for the night?" Carolyn asked.