Randy was suddenly shivering. Crystal dared to turn her eyes and discovered her handsome brother in the throes of orgasm, attempting to hold himself rigid and to stifle his breathing while his cock flexed in his shorts, filling with sticky cum. His body vibrated with rhythmic shudders, his toes curled under, his eyes rolling under closed lids, his face contorting as each spasm gnawed through his tight loins. The scent of his jism filled the back seat of the station wagon and Crystal got drunk on it.
Shimmying her legs together, working her pussylips against each other, she brought herself off before Randy had recovered enough from his orgasm to open his eyes. As the waves of heat and fuck-itch saturated her teenaged crotch, passing in waves through her loins and down her legs, she rolled toward the door of the car, closing her eyes, crossing her arms, and pretending to be asleep. Biting her lips to keep from gasping out loud, she held herself as tight as the could, the sensations of orgasm exploding in her loins.
CHAPTER TWO
Howard had pulled the station wagon off the highway and they sat looking at the sign, June saying they'd be crazy to even consider taking the untended side road. She demanded they get back on the highway.
"No way," Howard said. "We'll have to wait 'til midnight to squeeze back into that mess. Look at 'em. A bunch of sheep. All of 'em afraid of a little sign. We'll be back on the interstate before that truck that was ahead of us makes it another mile."